Mr Berlusconi has announced that we are all right for those little adjustments to our living spaces we have all made while the various planning agencies that hold la Bella Italia (or it wouldn't be) so tightly under control were not looking. He has even stated that the regions can now permit up to 30% expansion of buildings within the local plan regulations. Most local plans are currently in a state of suspension as there are so many factors to be embodied. Our Comune's local plan has not yet materialised but when it does it will contain my tractor shed denounced to the authorities by the owners of the night club which, in turn, had been denounced to the authorities for change of use by a disturbed neighbour (those throbbing summer nights must have been hard to bear but he landed us all in retaliatory doodoo).
Anyway, not only have we now squeezed the tractor shed under the bar ( the authorities thought it most tastefully and discreetly done and only denouncable because of the lack of local plan) but can add 30%.
I thought an upper floor with large studio, curtain glass walls, gazing out across the upper Valdarno towards Siena and opening out onto a live-on verandah (which wouldn't count in the 30%), with separate kitchen and wet room. I could write my novel !
But 'Room with a View' and 'Where Angels Fear to Tread' have been taken. Blocked already.
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Well, Tuscany's Regional Administration has already declared that they are not going to allow Berlusconi's "cementification" on their soil. But I expect they might change their mind if it really happens. Much as I care for the environment, I would love to see you in your dream extension.
Another condono!
It's getting a bit like the UK government's attitude to illegal immigration - "OK you lot can all stay, but definitely not the next ten thousand, d'ye hear?". Repeated ad infinitum, the threats tend to lose their force somewhat.
The trouble with the British Isles is after arriving there you fall off the edge of the world if you go on. So everybody stops. In Italy you land at Lampedusa and go through the country like a dose of salts, stopping if you find work. On into France, still no work? over the Channel and crash, nowhere else to go.
I'm not one to write in garrets as you know so no studio, no book.
(Phew!)
We spied (on the tele) the women of Florence marching to a different tune on Berlosconi, looks like the shine has definitely worn off. X AA
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