Day of improper thoughts, complete with post very bad, but since I can not pass the censorship of Christian , that there is, I apply the prior, I place the envy, hatred and weapons to scatter more serene thoughts. There is dust in the house, Paola with the mask is planing the door, is more work to be more male blackbird refines it: yesterday it was heavily depressed because one of his tools from the superhuman cost three hundred euro (about forty pounds in paperback) was melted Put the intestinal discomfort and the time I had a mother-in-law of shit with the moral ground.
A short visit to B & Q (the purchase of a cutter and other accessories) and the arrival of the new superdotato and washer / dryer have restored to ...
In my head remains as a memento of the voice Benedetta, the absence of Christian to ask everything and perhaps too, the purchase of a chandelier and the knobs of the shower to be installed. Then
L'Espresso , that my father Andrea, in a short visit, left me on the desk telling me for about six times "I left copies of the latest L'Espresso, if you care about the laws, otherwise the throw." Tempted by a gesture
killer to throw him, instead I grabbed a copy that I'm still reading. I found that
L'Espresso has become a sad week (or with) and a bit 'too moralizing ... if the situation is what is described there is to shoot himself, but since I shoot in reading Panorama, I wonder if you can not bring together the two heads will the Panoresso , vaguely porn but perhaps more cheerful.
Then last week I trimmed away skype recipe for apple pie Valeria (cake and photo's), do not know if it's exactly like that of Peter Cook , but I say that is his: the recipes for good fortune does not belong to anybody, it's just knowing how to cook and Peter know.
I could become the pastry chef of trozkista Troutbeck road, then found the Troutzkismo, that is to involve the residents of the street and a dance collective into a dinner of sweet.
But as every day is night.
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