This photo is entitled "Abandoned desk".
Tomorrow you won't hear a word from me.
I won't be able to! I will be kidnapped. Imagine a big empty road dans la banlieue of a small town like many others...I will be walking there on my own, listening to music and singing by myself, when a group of crazy, angry Ku Klux Klan proselytes whose plane was hijacked to Casale Monferrato will mistycally flash in front of me, cover my head in a golden hood and dash away, carrying my unfortunate self under their arms, like a Frenchman would carry a baguette. Oh yes, i forgot: they will also wrap me in a dirty blanket that reminds of a paper napkin. I will fight as much as my strength allows me to. Then I'll faint, like all respectable heroines.
Friday you won't hear a word from me either.
In fact, I will find a mysterious object in my back garden and find out, thanks to my superior intelligence, that said object has alien origins. Then I will build a space shuttle with my brother, my sister and my dog, thanks to the inspiring book that the latter has carefully kept in his doghouse for more than a dozen faithful years. Where will we take the materials needed? I'm sure that the kitchen and the garage will provide all the necessary. At twilight we'll be ready to start our spacial adventure, but mum will promise to prepare Nutella crèpes if we stay, and by the way the alien object might as well turn out to be grandad's old toad skin, filled with socks.
Don't be disappointed if I don't write on Saturday.
It isn't fully impossible that wings will suddenly appear on the sides on my bike, and I will fly all around the world thirteen times until I have a bike crash with a pig that pretends to have forgotten his flying licence at home. I know he doesn't actually have one, how could he? But since I don't like liars, I'll punish him by throwing a gone-off strawberry cheesecake right on his nose. Then I'll repent of my bad action, I will continue my journey to India in order to purify myself in the river Ganges and finally I might post something on this blog in the late afternoon!!! :)
I'm so proud of that messy desk!! :)
ReplyDeleteBetter to purify yourself at the restaurant Ganges ^^
ReplyDeleteI <3 messy desk, felt homesick for Ashwell suddenly.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with your adventures :D