Today I finally closed the family newsagent after 78 years. Last night, I mopped the floor before going to bed and was feeling a bit mournful about it all. Then I tried to pay a bill using the stupid internet banking system they insist I use in Italy (I much prefer cheques), wasted ages on the computer, and finally got to bed after 10.30 and remembered exactly why I'm so keen to leave Italy and get back to plumbing.
Today I feel like I've served my sentence. Lots of magazines etc. to count and return tomorrow - it will be interesting to see how many titles I have in stock. My guess is around 700 (there was more in stock but the distribution firm hasn't supplied me with much in the last week or two as it knew we were closing).