Driving into Positano was nail biting last night. The roads are so narrow that now and again I could actually read a menu on the side of a restaurant as we went by. Everyone was driving like madmen - including Nigel - nobody wanting to slow down or geeeeva an incha to anybody elsa. But the worst thing was that there were also actual people walking in this mayhem. Twice I had to cover my eyes as I thought we might actually take someone out on the side of the road. Finally I heard a loud bang and I realised Nigel had clipped an old nonna's elbow with his wing mirror as we'd roared past her. The whole scene went into that Jaws dolly zoom effect whilst I imagined the legalities of sorting this lot out with Avis. Anyway hardy as an old donkey, she just rubbed the elbow a couple of times, shouted a few choice Italian words at the car and plunged back into the traffic.
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