Feb 2, 2005

Like a thief if the night

Last night we waited in vain. James is now a big boy and has moved away from home. The mummies had cheap white wine, assuring themselves and eachother that our protégé had warm clothes, food in the fridge and kept himself clean. He left without a trace, like a thief in the night. Maybe he KNEW that the electricty would collapse last night, leaving us in darkness. Maybe he even had something to do with it, blasting on heat in his fancy place on the other side of the triumf?

New patrol is on its way though, as the Swedish delegation sends us reinforcements, installing another swede in the house, come end of February. And speaking of reinforcements, we have a huuuge generator on our street. Shouldn't that provide us with electricity? But, as the third world inhabitantes we are, the power cut hardly affected us. No radiators and gas oven kept us alive. And the Santa Rita candle of course.

What's up with Chrillo? No news in a long time? It can't take that long to survey the navy's ships can it? All 3 of them..? Todo bien?

And last week la chica got a cd from the swedish supergroup gros - mange tack!

Agur,
R

6 Comments:

Blogger Tomas said...

I saw Chrillo last night. He is busy waiting for the postman. And learning the sign language. He tought me a few moves. Sweet!

1:45 PM  
Blogger chrillo said...

To say the month of february you just move your hands like you squeeze a snowball.

I wonder how you say "turn a deaf ear to" in the sign language?

4:25 PM  
Blogger rebob said...

I question your reasons for this course. You just want to bully the poor deaf kids

5:49 PM  
Blogger Jim Mc Laughlin said...

hope you realise that sign language is different in each language, your going to get a slap of someone if you try using your swedish sign language down here.

moving your hands like squeezing a snowball means vete a la mierda in Spanish

5:56 PM  
Blogger James said...

You calling me a thief?

7:38 PM  
Blogger rebob said...

I am missing some french juwelery. And katten keeps weepeing, saying that she's never gonna trust Englishmen again. First Andy and now his substitute. Life is hard for the lille katt.

9:44 AM  

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