Thursday, 1 March 2012
In Verona, a divorce
It seems divorce is the flavour of the day. I am no way advocating it, but seeing as I have a novel coming out dealing with the kinky aftermath of middle age divorce (no sobbing here - just religion, the politics of aging and some well-heeled sex), around the same time that the Italian state has called me up before a judge to nudge along my own divorce, one does wonder about who could be behind this unbidden timeliness.
So just how did my book - 'The Divorced Lady's Companion to Living in Italy' - arrive in my lap a week before we were up before a kindly judge who asked if there were any hope of reconciliation??
The ex and I had excellent Franciacorta in a nearby bar and then spaghetti con le vongole at his mother's. It's paperwork now. Being older has a type of grace and conclusions can feel neat and warming.
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