The turning worm the morning after

The weekend of July 27-29 was spent in Lake Como for an old friend’s wedding. It was unfortunate that Sandie and the kids didn’t come – it was such a beautiful place, they would really have enjoyed it. That said, they probably wouldn’t have enjoyed the drive out of Linate airport….I should know by now that I’m no good at multi-tasking… that includes trying to speak to colleagues and drive in unfamiliar countries. It was only after I finished talking to Jean-Francois about work that I realized I had been driving in completely the wrong direction (even despite the GPS having been configured by the Avis rep before I left the airport). It was even more unfortunate that the conversation lasted an hour… Thankfully I was meeting my schoolboy friends so despite arriving at Lake Como in the driving rain at 11.30PM (thanks to Kieran’s telephonic co-piloting powered by Google Earth), I still found them in the nearest local bar, just as I had left them the last time. Thankfully some things never change. The weekend was a success and Mick and Eva were married by the end of it. One thing however that did cause much mirth was the fact that I, “Mr. Organised” by comparison to my old school friends (and the vast majority of the world’s population if you listen to them), managed to get myself locked out of the hotel on Saturday night. At 2AM I finally ended up sleeping on the couch in an apartment that had been rented by the most disorganized member of the whole group. How the worm had turned…