You know we moved. In the house of L & D and children. A big house. Not a bohemian two rooms where we loved for two and a half years. Among other things we get married the same day we moved in together. We got married exactly three years after living together. It was not done on purpose, you know.
I mean, I'm into now that every night, while Ale reads his essay on the death of another Pecorelli or reconstruction of the crime Via Poma, I ask him if he really wants to marry me. He says yes. I say that I did not. So why are a little 'inside Henry James (sorry but I just read an article on the sly Il Manifesto). Then maybe comment on the blood spatter and crime scene investigative hypothesis most unlikely given that the crimes are unsolved. So to go to sleep calm. The only two viewers of the programs in the late evening of Saturday RaiTre as "The Shadow of the yellow" and "One day in district court" what you might expect. Two avid fan of Miss Madame Leosini and Petruzzelli.
However, the new house we like. Although we are still a bit 'out of place.
We are doing the paperwork for the adoption of the goldfish of former owners, who swims in the bath for three weeks and there is company in the most intimate moments. Let's say that after two weeks of fasting, anxious to find him belly-up in the morning we started with toasted bread crumbs. Then move it under the tap water directly into his crystal ball. We went to buy them to feed on spirulina. And today's Ale made bath and clean the house. We call it Arthur.
Another task is the search for the lost treasure of BB, the daughter of two and a half years of L that has hidden his precious pennies in the tube of the bidet. And now we say that block the passage of water. Maybe along with three pairs of glasses from dad's swimming D accidentally thrown into the toilet. The
più cheap delle librerie Ikea rimontata sembra reggere, Il super divano con penisola è veramente enorme. Riusciamo a stare stesi quasi senza toccarci. No uno sopra l'altro come acciughe sott'olio del biposto dell'altra casetta. Soltanto che la sindrome di Ziaelvezia ( non è un nome di fantasia...) ha preso il sopravvento. Non sono riuscita a non mettere uno straccio di simil copridivano. Rischiavo il collasso ogni volta che sedendomi pensavo a dove il mio leggiadro didietro si era precedentemente posato e calcolavo il numero di bacilli e sporcizia che stavo lasciando sul prezioso Manstad. Ale per evitare conflitti si sedeva direttamente per terra. Un pezzo di stoffa e siamo tutti più tranquilli. Le manie non possono andare via tutte insieme. Già che non I need to do more and the bed is an achievement. Even if the only pair of sheets of kit that so far my mother has managed to trim is hard to resist the temptation to stretch and bend at right angles.
In this diet and exercise bikes are a distant memory. As the work on the other hand.
For the work I have to think positive or else I get down in earnest.
to diet and exercise bikes in addition the help of a fourth floor without elevator I try not to overdo it if not to the end of May I Clerici in Sanremo. A tuna embroiled in an evening dress with Rotoloni protruding everywhere. And I corset with whalebone do not want it otherwise I can not eat the delicious things I've chosen for my buffet. I have yet to decide on the cake.
But now I have to go to mix a cake in the afternoon go see friends in the new house. In the meantime, pre-marital insecurities Ale I administered in a beautiful sunny Sunday we should not ever be alone ...
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