I left Rome this morning. I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I know how my stomach felt… after all the simple, generous tasty food that marks the ‘Italian style’, I got a snack of egg and tomato stuff on government bread on the plane. Heartbreaking.

I’m now in Brighton with my brothers. Richard has made the supreme effort to remind me of good food. We’ve had a snack of crackers and a Lancashire Bomb cheese. Sublime. Now on to beer and delicious meal of tuna, tomato and asparagus. I can’t describe the aroma.

I’m beginning to feel ready to return home. That is always the best feeling for a short break.