Three weeks have passed since the Italian election of which the only clear result was a resounding kick in the goolies for the pro-EU Socialist Party.
As negotiations continue between the Unspeakable and the Uneatable Italy remains without a government and nobody has any idea what the outcome is likely to be.
Fortunately this situation has not prevented the march of the seasons here, the clocks have gone forwards and my plum trees have burst into blossom despite the late frosts:
(I’m afraid my photographic skills don’t really do them justice!)
Spring is also the time of the year when geese are at their most active in terms of laying eggs (and squawking in the mornings). Mrs H has found a brilliant way to make poached goose eggs, on bacon and toast what a breakfast:
Washed down with an Aperol Spritz of course (well it IS Sunday!)
Who needs a government?