be woken by the sun at 8 am because they are careless and do not pull down blinds
go to the kitchen for breakfast and discovered that:
-I did not even clean a pan to boil water for tea
-hob is invaded by insects
-I left open the wine from the night before and now it's vinegar
-on stoves is a coffee pot full of brandy and other wonderful things that just brings us closer to the I feel drunk nose
taboulet eat salad and chicken for three days in a row
open the book and suddenly remember there's nothing better to do than study
meet the madness of building and help to make the stairs a cart that weighs in as if there were children who died
take a shower and when you opened the water to realize that I forgot to turn the water heater
a broken wrist (not really broken, but it hurts as if it were, then I left me it are already broken, now it's up to the right)
the end the insects on the hob I killed them drowning in the degreaser with lemon, wine (merlot muscat that I continued to call for reasons that nobody knows and it is better that no one knows) ended up upside down on the tablecloth that I had carefully folded and left carelessly on a corner of the table , my wrist is healed suddenly, my parents are back home.
as I write here my father is playing in the living room wall using a rubber ball and racket as McEwan's Chesil Beach.
I have no words.
