lunedì 21 dicembre 2009

White white week-end -- moaning of a tropical girl

View from my window.
Weather is cold just as it looks, and I spent my Sunday at home, in Milan, trying to keep my feet warm. I was wearing: wool collant, wool socks, jazz trousers, a body, a sweater, a giant polar fleece dressing gown. I drank liters of hot tea. I had hot soup for lunch. Mission impossible, my feet have been frozen since Friday and still are.

By the way, this nice snow turned immediately into ice, and this means: I haven't dared to go in my hometown, and I haven't had my cake. Very sad.
But it was a nice week-end anyway.

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