“Lemon trees, like Italians, seem to be happiest when they are touching each other” – D H Lawrence
Jonathan had a rather disturbed night and developed a fever and I had to keep him supplied with damp wet towels to cool him down. He was no better by morning of course so I had to go to breakfast alone and then attempt to get a refund on the planned visit to the Roman antiquities. The holiday representative wanted all sorts of paperwork filling in and a doctor’s certificate as evidence and so I concluded that it was just too much trouble and wrote the money off.
Jonathan was poorly most of the morning but by about eleven o’clock he was beginning to feel better and the fever disappeared and he declared himself fit enough to get up and walk into town. We walked along the rather untidy main road of…
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