I would say that this post are 15.00 and is devoted to what normally happens in my life.
Besides the alarm every morning starts playing at 6.00, breakfast to cook, to feed the cats, we are at 5 -, to light the fireplace and my husband and I to dress, I went to pick up my son small by about nine Andover (both he and his brother do not live with us), after bringing my husband in the workshop to 8.30. I took him up to Albenga INPS. While he was there to wait his turn, I jumped at the mechanic and the Coop. When I returned to pick him up, they are still able to read twenty pages of a book before they touch our number, and after finally being passed - it took an hour and half! -, I accompanied the post office in another town, to remake their identity card and then home. At 12:30, I joined my husband for lunch and, while I call my oldest son from Andover, and asked if I carried aspirin because he was sick. He was at work and not take it anymore. Since I had just arrived in Alassio - Andora is about 8 km - I told him that I did not back - I live 15 km from the workshop - and that gliel'avrei flow as soon as he reopened the pharmacy. After a lunch break of half an hour, I finally arrived in the office by my husband and I had to put in place some documents while he updated me on what had happened during the morning: to mark appointments, people to call, to prepare estimates. Finished doing that, finally, I sat down and I turned on the PC. I checked the mail, responded to the comments of the blog and wrote this post - interspersed by 5-calls and, since we are only at the beginning of the afternoon, I'm not going to list what I need to do from here tonight ... But now I'm sure you will understand why sometimes it is natural to ask me: "And if it was all a big chunk of gorgonzola? My life would be even more fat and calories as it appears?"
Even if I answer by myself: "Oh no, please! Yes, there is no bread that takes, at least let me swallow his mold in peace ..."
PS And I would be a writer?
Good day to all
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