In which we Rome around (IV)
On a modern-day teenage gladiator at the Colosseum, I salute her.
Cocooned in a padded jacket and still freezing, I traverse the old
Oval. My wind-teared and sun-squinted eyes
Latch on (in horror) to bare ankles accompanied by a sullen scowl.
‘Oh darling, I told you that you’d need a coat!’ The not-
Subtle maternal ring of ‘I told you so’
Exacerbates the scowl.
“Um,” comes the response,
Mumbled through chattering teeth.