There's a first time for everything in this life and one rainy Saturday I was cleaning the glass windows of the room. But is that you have fallen from a tree this morning?, Was asking the voice of my conscience.
expected a social visit in a couple of hours. This is a couple of English friends with whom we once more try (I said treatment and not friendship ? I think I've been too long in this country) but the communication had been less. Must be because we were at his wedding banquet without being invited by a host of misfortunes, and she - always prim, neat and discourse in ways grossly raised - Never has forgiven us.
The couple have a baby of yore twenty weeks provided the perfect excuse to get together in this kind of meeting-competition of new parents and see who's got bigger, secretly find a tiny flaw in the stupid party and exchange of style: "what is beautiful man-god-for-even yours" "Hush, hush, you just let me sleep / u because this can not imagine that night gives me" "always very cheerful / doctor has told us seems the happiest. "
addition to cleaning the windows of the room, also had to remove the sight of the four greeting cards that we received the good news. I explained on another occasion here what is my theory about it and I did not want prying eyes support suggesting that we only had four friends.
And what about the presents! Not bring about will happen as they did with sausage lentajas Eduardo & Noelia, or spinach pie as he Asun. No, certainly bring a pink dress for the baby. What divine. As I did not eat the dress with chips ...
already have guessed he was looking forward plays host at that miserable afternoon. Finally - sigh. I will demonstrate The foreign barbarians are capable of organizing an afternoon tea with pastries - instead of chorizo \u200b\u200band tortilla de patatas - flattering to others instead of criticizing and controlling the fatherly pride in the small start smiling coquettishly.
But not all usually go as planned.
I swear I hear the bell. It seems they did not touch one if not three times. A few minutes later, the fourth stoning of the door, invited the trio got soaked to the bone. "This is not a good start, I thought to myself. Surely I'm not invited to the christening. "
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