Not the olives

A busy day picking the condominial olives. The picking was scant after the gardeners had pruned the trees harshly. The day was marred by a slip and fall by one of our neighbours. The initial prognosis was dire but by the time the ambulance crew - all five of them - had arrived it’s seemed less awful. Still L was stretchered away in considerable shock and pain.

By night fall we had eight big crates and more to do tomorrow. Then a brief end of work snack with bomboloni.

But I failed to get a photo of any of the action. Here we are relaxing at the end of the day.