Due ragazzi che sono stati qualche volta presso Bellugello
The other evening we had the privilege of serving a romantic ‘dinner a deux’ for two guys celebrating twenty years together. It was an excuse for us to set a table on the terrace deep in the garden, fill it with candles in lanterns and for the couple to enjoy the privacy and intimacy of a private dinner.
A tremendously large thunderstorm arrived earlier this afternoon and sat directly over Bellaugello Gay Guesthouse. Thunder roared, lightning flashed and rain and hailstones poured earthwards.
We do get torrential ran here in Umbria, but today was an exception and stupendously close and heavy, resulting in a big flash n the house and a loss of power.
Venturing forth into the rain I discovered smoke coming from the box housing the electric meter –
Durr…. Guess that’s why there was no power at all
It seems the electric meter had exploded. Rancid smoke billowed all around, and the electricity was dead.
A call to the energy supplier ENEL resulted in a long wait on a fault reporting line with my finally getting through just before my iPhone battery died – this time because it had little charge.
To cut a long story short two repairmen arrived within the hour and replaced the exploded meter..
and power was restored, but not before I had armed all the guys with an assortment of candles and torches.
Thankfully nothing major seems to have been destroyed, there are several burnt out fusebreakers and some four fuses in various sensitive pieces of electrical equipment that blew, hopefully sparing the equipment, those I will have to buy in town tomorrow, unexplainable are the many blown light bulbs where the current was switched off at the time- of course they are all those horrible law energy bulbs! it must have been quite a surge
Now as I type another deluge has just arrived the Valkyries are back crashing, bashing and flashing around, it’s going to be an interesting night here in Umbria.
Over this summer guys staying here at Bellaugello Gay Bed and Breakfast have been styling the dinner table. We serve dinners three evenings a week, no there is no fixed night, we just try to coincide with new arrivals and spread the evenings over the week.
Standards of table settings have been really high, and inventive, guys given free reign to plunder the garden and use accessories from our dining room, and many stylish settings have evolved.
Of course when the sun is still hot and the pool has its draw I am left to dress the table myself. Last night was one of those rare occasions when under the watchful eye of one of my guests I set to work.
Monica, my great friend and with whom I share the cooking here at Bellaugello had exactly the same idea of a theme for the table, she too had spotted the intense blue spiky thistles growing on the roadside and thought of them for the table, armed with the secateurs off I set to harvest the table decoration. Let’s face it we need to make the table look splendid to be a foil to Monica’s divine cooking. Now the guys have been folding intricate napkins, and I too wanted to keep up appearances so I resorted to my ancient copy of ‘Mrs Beeton’s Household Management’ where one finds a myriad of napkin designs. I practiced and settled on a decadent design of which I am pleased.
As usual I posted the above pic onto my Facebook page “Bellaugello Gay Guest House” (- facebook fans do please “like” the page) of the finished table this evening being checked over by two of the guests here at Bellaugello.
One of the comments on Facebook asked what was the design of the napkins called. I reached for my trusty tome to discover that it is known as the “cockscomb”. Fate or what?
Just dozing off last night when the phone rang….
An Italian voice – female; “Hi I’m calling from an hotel in Città di Castello. Senti, is it right that I am calling Bellaugello Gay Guest House?” “Yes” “Can you help me? I have a friend – a client – a guest, he is gay and is lonely can you find someone to keep him company tonight?”
“Mi Scusi, but can you repeat that?!“
“I have a friend a man who is gay and is looking for sex/company tonight and he has asked me to help him find someone, so I thought of you, you have a business for gay men and so therefore you can provide me with somebody.”
“I beg your pardon, did you day what I thought you said? Are you asking me to pimp somebody?” – incredulous is hardly the word….
And with that and a few excuses on the caller’s part we ended the call. This morning at Breakfast I related the story to the guys. A wonderful comment from one or two of them, ‘you should have said yes, made him come over here, woken us all……!’
Reflecting later I just wondered what the owner of a prestigious five star hotel would say if I telephoned him to ask if he could procure somebody’s wife for one of my clients…..