Ciao tutti!

Indeed. It's time to travel again.

I'm off to Rome (Roma for those with "the benefits of a classical education" as they used to say in my Alma Mater) at the weekend for a business workshop.

It will be long and tiring but they are always worth it.

I'm trying to pack my bag but not having much luck. My soon-to-be 2 year-old son (that's a lot of hyphens right there) is lurking and doesn't really want me to go upstairs. Now he's opening drawers and stuffing all kinds of things in there and throwing the former contents of the drawer onto the floor.

You'd think I'd stop typing and bend down to pick these things back up. Ok, let me just do that.
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Now where was I?

Ah yes. Actually now he's gone into the next room to practice his jumping and he seems to be eating a placemat.

So, Rome. Yes, off tomorrow to the airport for the usual long wait these days. I'll bring something to read, most likely to be the pre-work for the workshop. Always best to read this at the last minute... ensures it's nice and fresh in the mind. That's the story anyway.

Apparently we'll have some opportunities to go and eat in Rome on two evenings. I'm hoping that's true because it can be so boring when you have to stay in the conference venue, eating breakfast, lunch and dinner all in the same dining room. Zzzzzz.

The rules on what you can bring on to the plane have been relaxed too. So, I'll bring my iPod and my water and my Notebook (sometimes referred to as a Laptop) and some sucky sweets for the benefit of my ears. Not sure what sucky sweets are called outside of Ireland. These are boiled sweets I suppose, if I had to be more precise about the name.

Ok, the little man is back, this time he's trying on hats.

Ci vediamo.