Yes, ok, you thought that weâ€™d been sold into the white slave trade by the Sicilian mafia but, as it happens, no. Â I felt that I ought to update here because I rang a friend today to make arrangements for the weekend and she said â€œbut youâ€™re in Sicilyâ€. Â I explained that I was back and she said â€œbut I read your blog every day and youâ€™re not backâ€. Â While I am, of course, touched by her enthusiasm for this website, I feel that she should know that you canâ€™t believe everything you read on the internet. Â Pressure of work and a sick child [leading to the utterly laughable experiment which my loving spouse and I attempted yesterday and today respectively, of trying to work from home with an, again respectively, sick and recovering three year old on our hands] have kept me from telling you hair raising tales from the Sicilian hinterland but just you wait, this weekend, all will be revealed. Â I know, I know, youâ€™re on the edges of your seats out there.Â Look, Mum, if youâ€™re really keen you can start with the hundreds of photos on Flickr.