Updates on the Bruni life!

Oh, nothing too exciting, really. It's just that after a week of work we're finally through with cleaning the attic.

Which, I'd like to point out, hadn't been done for 15 years at the very least.

(The garbage men made the sign of the cross every time they neared the rubbish skip.)

The stuff we've thrown away! And the stuff we've found, too. The very definition of 'trip down memory lane', which in my case meant three whole boxes (THREE WHOLE BOXES) of Mickey Mouse magazines, my old paintings, books and absurd notebooks, my toys... man. :D

(I think I may have taken the longest showers of my life.)


And now (yes, I've completely changed subject) there's the third match! This year it all started far better than what I feared. Oh, Italy at the top of the Girone D mini-chart is so very pretty. :D Apart from the little problem that I'm currently minus heart, stomach and liver, so I hope that we will win? And a  little more smoothly? (SHIT! I'm watching the match as I write.)

(In fact, I'm afraid I'll be forced to end it here. I can't follow both.)

(Bye bye! And wish us good luck!)



P.S.: Sorry if I'm awful at lj-life right now! Having dsl on nights and weekends sounded pretty reasonable. Turns out 'night' means 'from 11pm to 6am'.

Whoops.

The unfailing report!

It... wasn't really a pretty pretty match. We've taken a stroll in the park for the first... 20? 25 minutes?

But we've played like we can for the next ten, and it was a beauty to see. (For me! ;P)

64 to 56.

And it's for us. :D




Not to mention that we're mathematically in Tokio by now, and that if I could I would marry every single one player. Every single one. With maybe a preference for Basile. (And Mancinelli. And Soragna. Awwww, so sad there isn't Bulleri this year. The human teddy bear!)