The pressure is on

The last couple of days have been a bit strange, almosphere-wise. We couldn't work on Monday because it rained and we weren't told to do anything else around the house. Everyone was pretty hungover from the Halloween party, so we just sat around, watched a couple of things on the computer and ate all the leftovers. We've been working since Tuesday and have been told the work is not fast enough and it's not proving cost-effective. We're finding it quite hard to keep our mouths shut but us being here is really not a cost for them at all. There is no food in the house, and we've had to resort to buying our own food from the not-so-nearby supermarket, which always seems like an inconvenience for the hosts. We are stuck here all the time, we haven't been shown around or taken on trips etc as I was promised when I first exchanged emails. And we work 7 hours, without getting paid. You should really see the packed lunch... So being told to work faster is not what we want to hear. We're doing our best and work non-stop.
This sounds like I'm just moaning but it's an uncomfortable position to be in. The hosts don't talk to us nor include us in any of their activities. Luckily we've got each other and are more than happy to sit and read by the fire. Other than that, it's all good. We're all pretty fed up of the olives though, but we're getting better at picking them. Our clothes are in an irreparable state, stained and full of holes. Tomorrow's our last day here, we're going to Cortona on Saturday and spending the night there. It's meant to be beautiful. Plus there's a market selling local produce on Sunday so that'll keep me happy. I can't wait to get out and explore another little town. It'll be good to walk around in normal clothes for once.