I started feeling unwell on the drive down to a holiday in Italy stopping in France for a night or two and feeling a bit worse as the drive progressed, by the time we arrived at the place we were staying, Marina di Pietrasanta on the Tuscan coast I felt so ill I could hardly eat anything, in fact I existed on huge Italian Peaches, and the occasional Weetabix, I lost so much weight I could see my ribs those were the days
they're pretty well covered now
Our children were quite young, only 5 and 18 months and my husband had to do all the looking after them so feeble was I. I remember sitting on the balcony at night time, our apartment overlooked an Italian family's garden, I couldn't sleep at all, they stayed up late eating al fresco and talking, I remember feeling quite upset when they turned in for the night, usually well after midnight, thinking, I'm all alone now
I also remember we went to Florence for the day and as my 5 year old emerged from the car he narrowly escaped stepping on a discarded hypodermic syringe. In the end, debating whether to see a doctor there, we opted to cut the holiday short and go home. We were supposed to have 2 nights stopping in France on the way back to Calais, but drove back from Lyon to home in one go. When I went to my doctor, it seemed I had a lung infection, it took a while to clear up, I was very wheezy for ages as well as having antibiotics, I was prescribed an asthma pump in spite of never having had that condition before. We always said we'd go back to that place I remember it as being lovely, but haven't yet, my O/H couldn't get over the fact that the beaches were swept and the restaurants where they ate, whilst I sat and watched due to having no appetite, were excellent apparently, it was probably the first and last time I remember turning my nose up at Italian food 