Toscano 1st day camping

Woke at 5 am to hippo noises we do not know where they were coming from but we have a good inkling they might be coming from next door (guess who)

Went to check out the pool and the toilet, shower facilities and they were all ok, lots of snory sleepy people but next door was the worst. Due to my fluency in Italian I have decided to call my neighbour Roberto who is an Englishman a nice new name segaiolo it a has a quaint translation of playful person, please use Google translate to get accurate translation and pronunciation

Went to Certaldo today, lovely cable car to take us up to the top, great pics have to post on Facebook not blog as fab.

Went to the Coop ha ha memories of green shield stamps and the divi lol. Wonderful selection of vegan and vegetarian food and the alcohol, Clive was like a kiddie in a sweet shop

– rum €4.50, martini €2.50, whisky €4.50 and 10 litres of wine €10, the car is full lol

Went for a swim, when we got back as it was so hot I thought I would die climbing the steps to anywhere, the shower by the pool was freezing it was lush apparently the temp was 38 degrees today the pool was amazing we stayed a while.

This evening we went for a pasta and wine evening, very disappointing cold pasta but the wine was ok, Segaiolo had double helpings of everything just for himself I might add because he is such a flirt, although she did give us a bit of extra wine. 10 euros, robbing b******a

Played sequence with Segaiolo and Sue, me and Segaiolo won 2 games to one. Segaiolo and Sue retired for bed so me and Clive decided to go to the toilets first where I tripped over a tent guy rope flat on my face, I tried to get up but quickly realised I had hurt my right arm. The secretary said I should go to the hospital as my arm felt strangely loose, hospital into the phone and off we went very gingerly because the pain was so bad, but I didn’t cry. 30 minutes at the hospital where an x-ray was taken to find out I had a severe break in my humerus which definitely wasn’t funny at the time. The hospital were very good and said I would need an operation to fix it (this was all in Italian but due to my fluency in the language since Tuesday I understood it all). I was admitted to a ward, settled in for the night. Clive returned the following morning after informing Rob & Sue of the drama. I was then taken down for the operation which took 6 hours, some pins and screws later the break was fixed, no plaster needed but very sore, nearly as bad as manflu so Clive informed me. Another night in hospital. Clive arrived the following morning and I was then discharged from the hospital. I have to say the Italian service for me has been second to none, no payment necessary due to the European Health card, lovely staff.

On our way back to the campsite we stopped off for a meal in what I imagined an authentic Italian restaurant would have looked like in the 50’s we were just waiting foR Al Capone to pop his head round the door.

So we are going to miss Andre after all I shall weep in my sleepa. But i didnt cry when i broke my arm