So I’m back in Italy this week, not that I wanted to come again. I thought last week was pretty good, but mucked up the weekend something rotten.
Flying from/to Stanstead is too much for me. Before I get to check in it’s a two hour drive – the good side is that it gives me a chance to listen to the CDs I burn during the week.
Shite weather here this week. I was woken up this morning by thunderclaps that sounded like someone was kicking the door in , something that a distinct possibility in this hotel . It pissed it down all day so I was delighted to see that the conference being held at the customer’s site was all about Observing Soil Moisture. Gave me the chance to feel as if I could point out the obvious to a load of boffins, possibly dropping a reference to it ‘not being rocket science’ or something clever like that.
