Busy busy administration day today.  It has been real cold, the boiler here at Bellaugello Gay Guest House in the tranquillity of Umbria has been consuming lots of wood, I seem to have spent every spare minute feeding it, it is greedier than I am!

Nevertheless, the sun has been shining and guests have been out and about.  Today the scenic route to Assisi and the delightful Umbrian town of Spello.  The roads are quiet, pace unhurried, and churches and museums not too crowded, and they are bowled over by the beauty of the region.

Bak at base, I have spent the day doing a bit of re-seeding of lawns and mountains of paperwork.  As a divertimento with work almost done I decided to switch on the tv – that is the big black thing in my house under layers of dust, so unloved and ignored.  So when finally at the end of a long black windy thing I found the plug, I plugged it in, and switched on and then switched on my Apple tv box to receive the message ‘software update’

So I software updated, twenty minutes later the machine then gave me joy of joys a whole list of English language films and tv programmes and all furthermore payable in £ sterling.  Finally I can watch films in English.  Hurrah!!

But first, I was asked to enter my Apple id password.  Not accepted…..

I had changed my password only the other day, which is no longer a simple operation, all the Apple equipment of which I won many pieces have to individually be given the new password, and of course that includes my private email addresses…  Just how long does that all take?  too long, specially when the Apple TV did not recognise either old or new passwords, so change once again.  And to my horror, I am back to films dubbed in Italian, no choice, no English Aargh!! Why won’t Apple let me watch programmes and films in any language OTHER than Italian?  Yes I speak and read Italian but I prefer to relax in front of a film in English, surely I cannot be alone in that?

Any kind reader out there with a UK address willing to let me keep my sanity and share their UK iTunes account with me?

On our way back from dinner the other evening in our local town of Gubbio we stopped in the piazza of S Martino as the miserere was being sung. Despite the rain and our lack of wet weather gear, the host of umbrellas held by the the singers hiding underneath same, it was utterly entrancing and we just had to stop.
This was just one of the chantings in the weeks that run up to Easter
A taste of Good Friday and the “Processione di Cristo Morto” which takes place throughout the old town commencing just before sunset.

Looking out the window today I really cannot believe it is less than two weeks to Easter.

Ok, I know I shouldn’t really be posting this, after all my blog is supposed to be full of joys and delights, tra lah!  The daffodils are indeed coming up, all should be cheery and positive and written to encourage you all to come and see Bellaugello for yourselves, but my blog is also a record of daily life running a gay guest house in Umbria, Italy so here goes;

Today in Umbria it is blowing a gale, torrential rain, grey and utterly miserable.  It is not especially cold, the wind is coming up from the south, but it is soggy and real wet.   The Chiascio river below the house is running fast a muddy café au lait colour and has once again burst its banks.

Here at Bellaugello Gay Guest House over the past month in amongst other tasks I have been endeavouring to get to work in the garden. It has been frosty every morning, sunny days, but no good for pruning or chopping.  Now all is waterlogged and very sad, and plants  like frenetic semaphore signallers are blowing about madly in the high winds.  I feel like I am on the bridge of an ocean liner in a storm.

Grey rain from the safety of the porch at Bellaugello Gay Guest House, Umbria, Italie

Because we have had some warm weather recently the grass is growing madly and of course the weeds even more so.  The fine oak tree on the east side of the house which has held onto its golden dry brittle leaves until just now has finally decided to shed them, and guess where they are all ending up…. in the swimming pool of course!

I guess the easter bunnies will just have to frolic and gambol in the long grass 😉