Friday - 350€ poorer, 1 working fridge richer. I'm a happy bunny, unlike Mr Galizzi who has become increasingly agitated that we haven't vacated our berth. He and fridge man have an excitable conversation, which ends with fridge man disappearing to buy a spare part and Mr Galizzi shaking his head and pointing to the non-existent watch on his wrist. I can only smile sweetly as my Italian amounts to 'per favore', 'prosecco' and 'pizza'. Still, all is well and we leave just after 1pm -saying farewell to Heather and to Sicily, and setting our sights on Sardinia.