But I've had very bad in another life
came yesterday and yesterday wanted to kill them all with the most painful death imaginable. And they still have at least three weeks. I do not know, I think this will end in tragedy.
all began nine months ago. One day the sky was covered, it started raining wildly, and it never stopped raining in six months. Some days it rained harder and others in an even more brutal, but for six months was falling water which is called "Costa del Sol." At first everything went fairly well. I had unearthed from the comfort of rubber boots and assumed no one look a bit complex Elizabeth II of England on holiday in Balmoral. I missed the horrible dogs only those buzzards always carrying pouch hung around and forearm. Both omissions were for obvious reasons, namely: the dogs because I have not and would not or crazy, and the purse because you have to see that thing more uncomfortable and ugly, by God. As between the boots, raincoat, and a golf umbrella that I bought last year not even half dipped me, that rain did not matter much. Moreover, I like the rain, I love rainy afternoons, those fireplace, book, TV, tea, muffins, cookies, digestive biscuits ... Sure, I like but in moderation, that is, when you've been two months and begin to hate even begin to replace sponges and green tea shot of brandy to cope with so much water. Until one day I went into the locker room looking for clothes for the next day and saw some strange spots on the roof. They were like the faces of Belmont but Martian version, or green and in a tone between pistachio and melon early. That alarmed me and I started to control its expansion and the possible emergence of new splotches. And indeed, soon all the upstairs ceilings turned green I want you green, and began to sprout a few colonies of molds capable of producing penicillin to control outbreaks of the third world for ten years. I understand that the same is true that I am a hysterical (that or I'm not kidding) and start to be alarmist, I'm big, but we must also understand that I am NOT Sponge Bob or Miss Marihache and NOT want to live in Home Sweet Pineapple under the sea as the Little Mermaid, and that's to find that my house is being possessed by the spirit of water for as I do not molo anything. But what is said nothing as I went anxiety attacks to the point of regularly inspect the children look for outbreaks of scales and gills, and once even thought to see Bruno in the little feet webbed. Yet even worse was to come. The worst was the technician's diagnosis that came to see how to fix that. The solution: remove the tiles, waterproofing the roof again, to asphalt and do not know what more stories, and rewoven with a new tile over concrete sea \u200b\u200bugly but they are so tough that you can walk quietly through the roof without fear of being broken ("mmm ... perfect ... because we do that every night the whole family up to the roof to see the sunset, too bad the irony of Kenya slipped by technical brain as if oil had been poured johnsons). That, and then paint the front with a rubber paint that seems, fix and paint the interior walls, and re-coat them with resin cement garden form. The coach spoke and I went on this side by adding money and most dangerous of all, adding time spent living with domestic workers, painters, and other herbs. When he finished he did not know if you throw on the balustrade of the garden (the garden is about three meters above street level), yelling and throwing liarme pluck hairs from the head as if possessed, or leave blank mind. At the end chose the latter as JB, with all the tranquility of the world, and bright eyes at the prospect of a work (how you like this man have home builders, it's almost a perversion) came to hire the firm work . As it was nearly five months ago I forgot. Yes, it was something I had to do, but in a distant time. The bad thing is that time passes, do you think you do not but pass, and pass over the run, and so, without being self conscious it came D-Day was yesterday.
day before yesterday I take the bus to the town, as usual, and nothing to get off the bus from the road, I see two figures on the roof of my house. I shivered slightly and I remembered something that JB had said the day before, but neither managed to make efforts to remember what he said, is that my mind has a marvelous ability (and autonomy, it decided it without me send it ) to mercifully forget what I do not want to archive. I went and walked around the house for the garden to get to the back, and indeed, as I feared, there they were, teaching agachaditos each half ass, I do not know how they do but what you put just put the pants always much below what my eyes prefer. It should be a subject of FP modules "constantly teaching her bank," and these had got an A, that instead of piggy bank that looked like the Bank of Spain. I looked at the third ass (this integer and familiar) and waved to Christ, who was delighted them talk. I identified myself as the owner of the house, which seemed to impose a damn, and I went to eat dragging Christ. And the day ended well. More or less. But I slept with a heart full of dark wishes, they would say the Greek poets.
Yesterday I got home all pert, thrilled because premiered supermona dress and I looked really cute, and I met with the builders that were in an SUV. I was surprised because I looked at fleeting expression, as if they had done something wrong, more with less with the same face that puts the dog to JB every time he gives to dig up plants (the dog, of course, JB is the plant and the mosque when the other out). But I was so happy that I took no more account and entered the home and in stampede by saying "I'm going to pee, I pee come (to see, what they want, each one at home speak as you wish), and prepare the food. " I missed the chorus of cries of "noooo, noooo, do not go to baƱoooo" and answered "Of course I go, I pee" as he opened the door with a vengeance and I was petrified, as if the plaster to see just below sale a rectangular hole of the same length of the window and a foot high, all filled with rubble, soil, toilet, sink ... had stones in the glass to where I store the mandibular denture to sleep. "It does not say anything," Bruno whispered seconds before I began to scream. "But ... but ... But this is what ????" climbed all and JB looked at me undeterred by the cries. "Nothing, they were removing the tiles from the ledge and say that the wall was very thin and very poor and broken." "But ... but ... but ... if this did not have to play. " I noticed I began to hyperventilate. "Look at the vein, the vein looks!" Bruno whispered to Madagascar. "Hala, yes, you were right, you're going to burst" he replied in the same tone. "The truth is that the view from here is the coolest thing," Christ had come to climb the roof and the combination of more gap window gave us a framed view of their noble parts. JB I rubbed his shoulder. "Come, woman, why do not you you a week's vacation? "" Or three, "said Kenya.
I spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for a Pajarraca messing but did not come, the cowards. Today they find out.
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