Poveri Vetrallese........cosi silly...................

The wintertime enforces one to stay in. You are encouraged by the sunlight and drift around in the mornings shopping for food, window-shopping and drifting. Then dinner calls upon and empty stomach and the appetite drives you home to a warmer environment. That is when I reflect upon why it is that I cannot engage properly with these Etruscan folk. I used to examine whether or not I was affable, generous and gregarious sufficiently to make it and get some mates. I dragged my deepest trawling nets over the possibilities of a malfunction of mine. Finally, have binned that idea and having discounted all possibilities with the dongeons of my own sometimes dark character and my own twisted take on the meaning of life and all that, I decided that it was not me. I was affable and a bit whirly swirly as you will learn, it was them. The Etruscans, the locals yokels. Albeit a healthy class, physically, mentally they are not up to it. When they are confronted with various species from without the exhibit strange characteristics. The demonstrate their differences with the rest f us, those from London to Laos. They are just not sociable. One local put it that it was not jealousy that made them so isolated, it was their fright of meeting someone different I don’t cook well, I don’t go to church or chat with locals in bars and buy the cho9urch a new icon, maybe I should. I am me I remain me and for Polonius, to mine own sake I am true.