That we were able to get to our hotel in San Bonifacio this evening had some elements of good fortune about it, as at a service station on the motorway between Rimini and Bologna on the way there I accidentally threw the car key into the waste bin.
This came about because we had overstocked on bread at the house. This meant that we decided to buy some cheese and tomatoes to go with it, and eat a picnic lunch on our way north.
As it was raining when we stopped for lunch, which it was pretty-much all day, we made our picnic in the car, and I think that somehow I dropped the car key into the bits of discarded cheese skin and tomato stalk when I was making up the sandwich. At the end of our lunch I threw our debris into the nearby bin, and then got back in the car.
No car key. It kind of dawned on me pretty quickly what I had done, and then we were blessed with two pieces of good fortune; the first was that it was a regular waste bin, not one of those that disappears into an invisible pit sunk deep in the ground. The second fortunate happenstance was that the bin had recently been emptied, this meant that it had a clean plastic liner in it and not very much waste. I was therefore able to pull the liner up and retrieve the key from various bits of rotting vegetable. On Hilary’s insistence I went to the toilets to wash the key and my hands, and then we could be on our way again. A middle-aged Italian couple watched this happening with evident mirth.
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