3, 3, 3, for my heartache and 4, 4, 4, for my headaches

Hideously early tomorrow morning, I'm off to La Lachera di Rocca Grimalda. If you read that site, you'll know about as much about it as I do. It's a strange-sounding Italian folk festival, in a mountainous region, and this year their foreign guests include my occasional rapper team, Boojum.

I am woefully underprepared for this. Mostly because the trip isn't for ages yet, not til February... oh. Yesterday featured a lot of scrabbling around, packing, trying to find out exactly where Genoa was anyway, and so on.

( And we have numerical confusion to deal with )

Ah well. What can possible go wrong ?

These weird hieroglyphics will soon provide the key

Occasionally, I use the 'Notes' feature in my phone. Today I opened it to jot down the booking reference for my flight tomorrow, and found the following:

Mum pride and p,
astronomy.
Dad paddinton.
Green eggs

What?

I've reproduced it exactly as it appears in the phone note - I assume I meant Paddington, though whether the bear or the station is a mystery. Pride and Prejudice is one of the mother's favourite books - as, in fact, is Green Eggs and Ham though the very mention of it causes my Dad to try and hide under the furniture.

What on earth was I listing ?