Last night I woke to the sound of snuffling in the undergrowth. Although we are just a couple of minutes walk above the village, we are truly in the middle of lush vegetation. I think it was a wild boar. My Italian niece and nephew were up playing and had somehow located my father's old sporran. They left it outside and I wonder whether the wild boar wasn't trying to engage it in some kind of conversation.
Today there are thunder clouds hanging over the Lake. Still no sign of George, though I hear he is in residence. And Robert de Niro is somewhere. And Jose Mourinho is looking for a place. So it is all happening on the celebrity front.
Yesterday was Saturday so everyone was swimming or cavorting in boats. It truly makes the water very choppy.
Better get myself back up the hill with today's shopping. Hopefully I will be greeted by a gentle snore rather than a snuffling boar.
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