Saturday 26th AugustSilvio is at Zia’s on Saturday afternoon when I arrive to pick up the ice-creams. He is the oldest of Zia’s children. I’ve always been intrigued that all their Christian names begin with an S – Silvio, Stefano and Susanna. Age wise, I am between Stefano and Susi. The ice-creams are ready, Silvio has just brought them round. They are individually wrapped in the most beautiful pearly paper depicting Etna, the Sicilian volcano, in a frame of oranges and lemons. At the bottom are little yellow labels in case I want to personalise them by writing names on them. In the ice-box there is also a syringe filled with liquid. Zia sees I’ve noticed it and says: “You just give one or two squirt. Maybe three if you want big diarrhoea.”
“These are going to be a big hit. I am delighted
