The wireless network which I connect normally, misused, has disappeared. It started with being swinging, by presenting an hour so no one hour, and then abandon it. Swallowed into the network so the neighborhood. Well, I'll pay a subscription this time. In the meantime, I connect, when I have time, a small cafe in London. I ordered a latte, when I have breakfast in an English bar, always remember that the Italian cappuccino here you can forget it, and so I always and only latte. Or tea, if it is afternoon. Also spotted what I mean, with milk instead of lemon. A little 'sweet, but good. In England, drinking tea with a slice of lemon is considered an oddity Mediterranean think I once tried to order an early gray with lemon and I got a nice mischione of tea, milk, and lemon. Something abominable as easily imagine. (To be fair, I must specify that this happens especially in smaller towns or further afield, in the City, for example, are used to satisfy more or less per request.) I picked up my diet, or better, I decided to follow a new diet that I was prescribed last summer: no-bread-and-pasta-for-a-month, remember? This time nothing will be the diet-bread-and-paste-up-to-party-to-degree, but the chocolate, that yes, it is permissible: the kinder eggs, in particular, that there is also a collection of Smurfs from do! Too bad he had discovered a small bakery just around the corner from my house, which is excellent croissant: it certainly helps to pass in front of that window, a real feast for the eyes! For the moment, resist. My sister gave me the wonderful rain boots, rubber blue, the color shown on the box, Specifically, "sky", with detail that I discovered some narcissistic pleasure. My milk has come!
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