A rotten return

I had to go down to Rome again, stay longer than I had expected, and suffer both from scorching weather and from a number of business disappointments. But the worst thing happened when I came back. I found the lock changed on my door and the door shut. I had to break it down. INSIDE the locked door (!), I found a note that some of my neighbours had worried about my absence and called the police, who had broken down and changed the locks.( Read more... )

Now I am concerned I may have gone too far, but really, the eff-up was too grave and damaging not to react in some fashion.