Cod takes its brands ... J e know, right now, I'm also doing this as Superman
pole-dancing in the streets of Tamper-the-goose Only, I apologize ...
First, I moved into my apartment
siouuuuuper to access it, it was just the impression of climbing Everest
. I say no satisfaction when you get on the floor and all the pure air we breathe since the 4th!
I also redid the decor
and I can tell you that deciding on the matter: "we put the table at 174.5 cm or 175 cm from the corner of the wall?" complexity is a cruel ...
* ùùùùùùùùùùù ^^^^^^^* ùoooùù * Oops,
Cacahuèsque interlude.
But that's not all ... I also had to explore. I made a bag just in case: cakes, drinks, compass, flares and other implements of survival. I did well, because after two blocks away, I lost miserably ...
I owe my homecoming as an Aboriginal grandmother who knew the area inside out and who, despite his crumbs full mustache and his hair in the ears, was able to guide my path as effectively as a last
GPS cry.
After all these misadventures, I was able to rediscover the joys of having nothing but his own apartment: sweep, cleaning, scrubbing, washing, dusting, laundry and all other verbs in full "
st.
Alas, cleaning with a Peanut in the legs is not so easy than it looks ...
So I had to sweat blood and water and finally
, I put the mop
filled with a feeling of intense satisfaction at the sight of my interior worthy of a magazine
Deco, behold Peanut, a frank and generous smile, overthrew all the soil of a plant on the floor, redid the decor
pen by scribbling of freshly painted walls and emptied all the cupboards of the show ...
After this disastrous episode where I really thought Peanut abandon the Sports Park next door for it to be raised by a family of raccoons, I dealt with another problem.
I met
Miqueline .
Miqueline is my neighbor on the ground floor. It is nice
Miqueline she is sociable. But
Miqueline , she lives alone, so she left behind her peephole or planted outside his window, looking for any neighbor who passes.
And there is the drama.
I'm off my shoes to keep quiet on stairs, gagged
for Peanut that she pushes the song in the lobby or go behind the building,
Miqueline is a real eagle eye with fennec ears: she spots all at 10 miles away.
So inevitably, even before what have been expected to start climbing the floors,
Miqueline mug you in passing and there, you can hate yourself for not seeing was pretty fast ...
Miqueline Because she loves to talk ... Mostly things that has nothing to carrer! As necrotic tonsils of his niece, his hip prostheses, the neighbor's machine and marital problems of my owner ...
short, you see, I have little time ahead of me ... But that's it, I start to get my bearings, having pissed all over my apartment, I'm finally starting to feel at home.
I miss more than one strand and finally get organized, I would have more time to tell bullshit here ...
* Miqueline , taken from life! *