So people, listen up. Valentine’s day is fast approaching. You have to face the fact that unless you’re pro-active, you will end up with some sickly ‘Prosecco’ chocolates and a set of hideous, scratchy, red lingerie. Or even worse, sickly pink lingerie. Double eek!, I hear you exclaim. Exactly.

So, I made it to Pisa on time, courtesy of a surprisingly smooth Ryanair flight, through passport control and baggage claim, then the next step of the journey from hell, “Sorry, the Terravision buses aren’t running to central Florence; it’s fashion week” For crying out loud!