Well if the shops and restaurants are closed, my classmates have left, the larder is bare, the river is dry and the nutria have fled, I guess it’s time I thought about moving on as well.
Here’s how the optimistically named Torrente Parma looks today, as it has for weeks:
I guess that goes some way to explaining why we haven’t been attacked by mosquitoes as we were led to believe we would. Though others not so close to the ‘river’ have had it worse.
It’s going to reach 34 in Parma today, and will only manage a grey 20 in London, with more of the same in the near future, so I’ll be packing my brolly and leaving the sunblock behind. Watch this space for endless whingeing about English weather over the next couple of months…