I was wondering if my life was a bit limited or am I just happy with little things.

This morning I decided to go up the pink brick road on the way to to the “peanut butter supermarket.”

I was quite pleased with myself as I reached the top of the brick road without being particularly out of breath.

There are always lots of things to stop and look at on the way up.

The supermarket now has three types of peanut butter. This is good as previously only the horrible kind full of sugar and additives was available.

When I came out I saw that there was a queue at the bus stop and when I asked , I was told that there would be a town bus along soon.

Anything to avoid walking uphill with shopping……

The bus was full when it arrived , but everyone got on anyways. 

When it arrived at the piazza San rocco the driver called out to see if anyone wanted off. Luckily I understood. Several people had to get off and then on again to to let me and another person out.

It felt good , not having to trudge uphill.

I haven’t been on the little bus for at least a year …maybe more.

So walking home, I was thinking what a nice little adventure I’d just had.  And I wondered if I was normal ….

Back home I carried on painting little white houses. 

In-between  I got to talk to Katy about her new PT business and she got me to watch a couple of videos she’d made and give an opinion. This is when the internet is just wonderful. I might be in Italy and Katy in Scotland , but we can communicate very well.

Two parcels arrived from TEMU so I was a bit distracted and tidied out my wardrobe. I’m pleased with what I’ve bought.

Finally I started the next Pisticci painting.

I should be able to finish this tomorrow. It’s surprisingly enjoyable.

Wine time now.

Cheers🍷🍷