In Japan, earthquake and tsunami, and that my house was on a weekend typhoon. Little ended up in hospital with a cut head and arm, and when the situation was brought under control, graciously agreed to go to grandma's for birthday. Equipped with travel cot we laid her to sleep, while they themselves, tired and watery, we returned to the young for their own rubbish with the perspective of a little peace and quiet. Hopes were futile, because at 1 am we had to get her to go. We made a shameful mistake - instead of a bedtime fable grandmother told my dad, and when the night opened a little unconscious eye, suffered shock and started a scene. There is, after all, know that there's nothing like in my own bed to dream about the Seychelles ...
Sunday tuned us walking to the extent that the house zjawiliśmy only for swimming children. The effects caused by typhoon shooting around the house frightened father in search of a first aid kit (which stands in a prominent place!) and in a mess, a little did not have to clean up the compensation for injury, remain visible today.
And I just today Bimba yourself this.
Spring, sergeant!
In the workplace, I blossomed orchid, and said aloud: For shopping, Dosiu!
Exactly. I have 3 hours free, so I'm running on the lookout for shoes and to the cinema to the latest production of Woody Allen.
Happy Monday I hope you know that, how the beginning of the week, such a middle and end.
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