In the words if Robbie Williams - Lazy Days.

Today is a Tuscan public holiday particular only to the acreage of a single farm on the San Romano-Campogiorno road known as "fare tre-cinqui di dolce fungola tutti" (Doing 3/5 of sweet f**k all) day.

The kids just want to play (and fight), Tarn & Mum are sunbathing / cloudbathing, and I am joining in the idleness watching Italian infomercials (they are just so passionate) and a cross between Judge Judy & Jerry Springer meets Sandra Sully. It's nuts but Italian rants and tantrums have way more flair and appeal than some redneck who found his wife was cheating on him with his prized goat, and that the goat turned the tables on both by sleeping with that skanky donkey in the next county.

It's nice sometimes to stop and just veg out but it does irk me that we are wasting time maybe but I know chilling now will mean the final four days which will be hectic won't be done haphazardly due to fatigue.

We do have one task today - cutting down on luggage and the big loser is clothes and hopefully a backpack. We have not bought any big items but they accumulate and as bag carrying was a major chore when we left Melbourne being dropped outside the terminal, lugging them up railway platforms, stairs, and elevators the size of fuse boxes is downright torture - so the cull is necessary.

I have managed to use nearly all of the pantry contents as well as the fridge and freezer which helps as the Opel apart from being as comfortable as a wasabi enema has all the boot-space of the aforementioned Italian elevator so we have room for maybe two packs of pasta.

All this talk of pantries and fridges and it's lunchtime so better nick off and get the girls some lunch before I shut down for two and a half hours.

If we manage to do anything of note I will add to this if not it's ciao time.

P.S - we didn't 