Sicilian Diary

Mio marito is back from his travels. They had fun, but here he is straight back into the latest problem – that we are one waiter down. Although he realises the waiter’s behaviours was completely unacceptable, I sense he is thinking that most of the staff problems are my fault. Our free time in the afternoon is interrupted by a string of texts form the cameriere. The first text said he was so offended at having been spoken to about the smell of beer, and he brought up again the fact that I had said they could only have pasta or salads from the menu to eat before starting work – as if I had made the rule up myself. I was concerned about the wording of mio marito’s reply because I could see that the cameriere was trying to ingratiate himself again with my husband – ‘we can always talk about it tonight’ he had said at the end of the text. Do you think that means the three of us, or just the two of you? I asked my husband ironically. He replied to the text saying it all boiled down to the f...