Day 6 - Manly man flu
I love Ascona but have officially run to fat.
Shall wear large lettuce leaf in my hair tomorrow.
The chocolate aisles in Swiss supermarkets are positively criminal.
The checkout lady hates me. My Italian is awful and she frowns and mutters whenever I speak in English. I copied the lady in front of me and said 'Grazie Millie' and she smiled. Confident we will be best friends by end of trip.
Have come down with galloping influenza/man flu – hard to say.
Managed to climb out of bed and shoot David Paquette’s 3-hour set before coming back to the hotel to groan quietly.
Other sundry washing items have blown off the balcony into the piazza ... don't care. <<cough>>