It's never too late

The Italians never fail to amaze and surprise. Falling onto the welcome mat this morning came a letter from the Municipal Police in Florence, advising me of my failure to observe a traffic restriction in downtown Florence...in August 2007. Apparently, it's going to cost me 108 euros to clear my name. For anyone who has had the dubious pleasure of driving in Florence, my discretion will come as no great shock. Before you can enter moving traffic, you must first shake a 6 to start. Any attempt to move around the city requires you to recreate the chase scene from the Italian Job. That's why I don't doubt that I could easily have contravened some sneaky Italian law and the Florentines must be congratulated for the technology that has captured my transgression; pity the same technology hasn't been used to let me know about it in the intervening 18 months. Opening the post from now on is going to be a much more exciting experience. I wonder if they've discovered the time I went the wrong way down a one-way-street in Corsica in 2002? What about that freak rickshaw incident in Bali in 2005? Anyway, it doesn't pay to be bitter about these things. One thing's for sure though, I'm definitely going to be shouting for the Welsh against the Azzuri in today's rugby. Unless they've uncovered the time I double parked in Rhyll last year...