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  • With that certain diagnosis that has explained so many of the discomforting, and painful, things that had been happening to me, I feel arisen anew.

    That horrid veil, I thought of self-regard because of course nothing was wrong with me – the doctors said so, goddamit:-

    “Who’s this reverse Munchausen syndrome woman” (I felt they were saying among themselves at my nth insistence to try another test)

    – has been well and truly lifted

    And Sassari, true to form, is providing with me little surprises on my daily rounds, limited though they are now.

    This one rose, soaringly beautiful, on my way to find an ATM in a part of town, Latte Dolce, where I’ve not been for some time. Indeed, the last time was to take Son2 to his football club, oh 5 years ago about. His football club is in the ‘Oratorio’ §, run by priests. And the pitch lies just beneath street level, just beneath this splendor.

    Yes, I can hear you say, “Um… Banksy?”.


    They may have channelled the Master.

    And, yes, even Toy Story.

    But who cares?

    It’s beautiful.
    §If you fancy having a look at the work of the ‘Oratorio’ for Latte Dolce, and Sassari as a whole – I myself did volunteer English homework-help here – have a shifty at this:-
    Beware! There’s a hefty dose of Sardinian culture, too. Not for the faint-hearted.
    And you see that grey car? That’s my Lancia Ypsilon Elefantino. I shall have to exchange her for an automatic transmission now, with the state my legs are in. I shall miss her very much.
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