A quiet day swimming and whiling away the hours in the upmarket resort of Taormina. Quiet, except for a short time in the late afternoon when the environs of the church of Santa Caterina resounded to the cries of Chloe shouting 'Bird Poo Maddie'.
Things that don't happen at home #6 One's neighbour does not, as a rule, sing loudly and unselfconsciously along to Bellini of an evening.
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What do you mean? Have you not heard our attempts at singing wafting across the road? Ah hem.
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