I was ready, very ready to enjoy some freedom now, in Grosseto, Serenella grandmother, to say goodbye to my beloved "little brother" who was leaving for Australia in solitary. The only drawback: the vaccine.
Let's say a little 'I put the temperature into account, so LET'S GO!
Once at the Nicholas you immediately come a long intestinal virus, the face is gray and dark circles become very black, I already think about my romantic dinner and the movies that disappeared, but amazingly managed to follow in both things although there have been successful just like we wanted. Saturday we
went to lunch by my dad ... after warning that it was essential to be able to eat within the 14, since the dumpling sleep after not sleeping and that if a pain! Arrival
to put to bed at 16 (by my words can 'come out a bit' of sarcasm right?) And of course Anita despite literally collapsed from sleep decides not to stay here ... and I saw melted my immense desire to do shopping (visual eh!).
Esco, angry, hoping she sleeps in the stroller and incredible, and we can wake up with his usual face angel rested.


Saturday night ... brace yourselves ... out to dinner !!!!!!
where I can not help myself and the routine last year and a half takes over, all ingurgito the speed of light, 20 minutes and dinner was over ... I was not ready, I could not understand that I needed to prepare event. There still linger, the sweet hour long! The next day instead
cinema. There was a movie that I wanted so much to see, the last of Clint Eastwood, we run, afternoon show, we come to the cinema and was incredibly full, booked tickets for the whole week. Terrible.
I would come home, he wanted to see Nicholas Checco Zalone, but I do not have it done, 3 hours free in a long time and the "waste" for a film like that? We chose
"version of Barney," beautiful, melancholy, sad enough, however, a second choice.
We're back, a bit 'more relaxed and with a decision: this week we look at Clint Eastwood, first me and then Nicholas, but' I want to see the film at the cinema!
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