As usual postcards from abroad arrive after the sender has returned...
Have rented a lovely apartment up near the Piazza del Popolo. It is on the top floor and has a fabulous 180° view over Rome encompassing everything from the Villa Borghese round to the Vatican.
Unfortunately the view is spoilt by the arrival of Clavdivs, a distant Italian cousin of the psycho gulls who frequent our roof top in Brighton, sent to spy on us.
And things get worse - he's bought his friend Caligula.
Clavs and Clags (as they become known to us) spend a lot of time peering in our terrace window and then throwing back their heads and screaming abuse at us. This is very wearing so we retreat to our enclosed roof top courtyard but they soon find us and their evil beaky faces peer down over the parapet. They see us eating a fine antipasti bought from Volpetti's fabulous deli and they want some of the goodies. Failing to secure even a beakful of Rome's best prosciutto, Clags thrusts his bottom out over the parapet and deposits a pile of seagull-splot right next to the Sock's chair leaving her in no doubt the next dump will be on her head!
On the last night of our stay in Rome, Clavs excels himself. When the Sock awakes on the morning of her departure, she wonders why the Bedsock has left a chair out on the balcony where it is now covered in seagull shit. The Bedsock replies, somewhat testily, that he didn't leave the chair outside to be shit on - after the Sock had gone to bed and he was half dozing on the sofa, Clavdivs decided to wander in and explore the apartment. The Bedsock opened his eyes to find a seagull staring into them at close proximity and the result was a certain amount of fear and confusion all round. Unfortunately Clavdivs had panicked a great deal and flapped and crashed around the flat with the Bedsock in full pursuit, pooing profusely wherever he landed (Clavdivs pooing that is, not the Bedsock although it was probably a close thing).
The Bedsock was somewhat aggrieved that the Sock in the adjoining bedroom had slept through the entire spectacle but not as much as the Sock herself who was rather sorry to have missed something so hilarious and ended up with the task of cleaning up the poo.
Love to all
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