return back .... you play a dirty trick? 
Bidou Bidou ...
Tonight I breakdown, I'm disappointed, I'm sad ...
But above all, to stay a bit consistent, a little jump in time needed.
Bdoiinnng * * (yes, yes, a jump in the time it makes that noise there, perfect!).
Italy, Assisi, July. It's nice and warm (except when it rains), the hotel is nestled in the old city, between the walls, cobbled streets wind ... (but there's a dirt chicken in the house of face that cries all the time).
antipasti, pizza, pasta, Gelati, cappuccino ... everything is delicious.
The sky is so blue, city, medieval and beautiful.
was biiiiieeen!
Small Pictures:
Yeah yeah I'm the fart, so what? You want to fight?
After this little nostalgic return to days of happiness, back to today, and let me complain about my woes privileged little girl.
You're still here? Very good.
So my misfortunes: we decided to buy an apartment, a T3, the market is to have good negotiations, and therefore the possibility of getting a good deal. After a few weeks
research (at least 2! But at bottom, every day, it does not appear when we try us!) was hung on a terraced house of 75 sqm, garden of 23m ², covered terrace, garage, toilet, laundry, large lounge / kitchen on the ground floor, three bedrooms and bathroom upstairs.
After negotiations, it would be possible to create a bathroom upstairs, and in addition will have one pipe for a chimney! The Dream!
Except that the Dream, already near a railway line (but means nothing eh), well, thanks to a rich idea of this fucking bullshit Region will meet at 250 meters of a road for trucks.
Hatred. I hate.
If ever you buy, we never will sell ...
We'll stay in our little cozy 37m ² ... FOR NOW!
Let it be said, hunting for housing is open!
