Extract From A Holiday Diary:
We arrived early in the morning at Livorno to be greeted by a storm of epic proportions. It was rather like the God Vulcan tossing thunderbolts at his mate Jupiter, whilst Persephone had a screaming fit because someone had trodden on her toe. Nero and Augustus would have cringed in the cabins of their trireme, we – seasoned travellers that we are – calmly went for our breakfast.
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