bambini italiani, fousands of 'em

I'm back in Perugia after a very short visit at home, I spent more time travelling there than I actually got to spend with my family but it was worth it. The flight on the way back was interesting - I ended up sitting on a plane at Dublin airport for more than an hour and a half as the airport police searched for a missing passenger! Basically, some guy paid for a ticket, went to check-in and checked in a suitcase, went through to the departure lounge, and went to the departure gate but promptly disappeared as soon as he got outside where all the planes are sitting on the tarmac. When the aircrew realised they had one ticket too many, the police were called in and they went through a rather inefficient process of elimination to figure out who was missing so they could pull his bag off the plane. Paranoia set in fairly promptly that he was some terrorist who'd put a bomb on the plane. I reckon people were forgetting that the luggage goes through xray machines anyway so if he checked in a suitcase it's unlikely it contained anything to worry about. Does seem a bit weird that he scarpered though. I suppose he could have got on any other plane in the surrounding area. Ah well, who knows...

Things here in Italy are going reasonably well but the job looks like it's steadily going down the drain. They aren't making enough money to keep on paying me and I've already been reduced down to part-time hours. I called into work a few minutes ago and they'd only had 15 customers all day. I might be able to make it to the end of October and with that money I could probably manage until the end of November but I'm gonna have to try and find another job of some kind. Hopefully I'm gonna start doing a bit of english teaching in the next few days and that might boost my funds a little bit but we'll see. I might be able to get a job teaching english to kids a few hours a day but to be honest the idea of teaching a pack of little savages scares the hell out of me and they, like most pack animals, will be able to smell the fear. If you don't hear from me again it might be fair to make the assumption that I have fallen victim to a blood-hungry pack of 8 year old Italians and been ripped to shreds in a scene where one might expect to hear the commentary of David Attenborough. Wish me luck.