It has been difficult to explain to a demanding infant quite why his blog has not been updated over the last few weeks. Avoiding the rigorous questioning from the little lad, I have managed to confuse him with stories of his recent trip over Europe. Tall tales of an overnight stop in Troyes! A fantastic old town with much history and a merry go-round that kept the little lad busy for nearly an hour, and it wasn't even working!



Car trouble, fortunately not on the Autostrada...

I also try a distracting account of arriving in Genevre, Switzerland, a place so amazing, they sell Beedies in petrol stations. I remind him of the massive food fair and live music, topped off with a trip on the big wheel. A birds eye view of lake Genevre and the fountain at night. He seems unforgiving!

My camping yarn from Lake Maggiore in Italy reminds him of cold water and Madeline's blow-up Jet Ski, yet when I mention the cabin outside Florence, I see him thinking of his mummies trip to Dolce & Gabbana, a look of fiscal concern comes over him.



Lake Maggiore, TheO is hiding underwater...

Despite the details of his overnight boat trip from Civitavecchia to Palermo, I can see that he is really not buying any of these distraction techniques. It's not until I mention daddies birthday at Isola Bella in Taormina and 'THAT' dinner at Casa Perrotta that things start to change. After tales of Etna's lava flowing from the crater, the young mans eyes glaze over, turning to me with Sugar like eyes, 'Daddy, you're fired!'



TheO at Isola Bella , again...