Ward's Ap Biology Lab Activity 5

End festivities ... And yet

I just came home to London after a long journey back from Rome. Sometimes I'm thinking whether it would be easier to go home on foot. I mean, I placed the suitcase on the floor of the apartment in London at midnight, and had left home in Rome at 16.00. Now let's forget that I gained an hour as the time zone, though it took me nine hours to return home, from door to door. Is not that a great round of Maria Cazzetta for a flight of just over 2 hours?
I am always a little 'angry when I return to London after spending the day in Rome. I always think my visit is not long enough, I've probably missed saying and doing something I should do and say while I was in Italy, I rode it just missed my miviene, and then usually in London are at least 5 or 6 degrees less (in the best of circumstances), it often rains also, and get tired with the prospect of having to get up early to go to work the next day. Between fatigue, and the gnawing a bit 'of melancholy, coming home in London is never particularly pleasant. Then tonight I feel
call while dragging your luggage up and down the stairs I have to do to get home, she was the mistress of the ground floor. He tells me that they tried to break into and enter, but they have caught nothing. What Pelotas ... But tonight? The police did not find their way and tells her by phone that they have already answered the call and made an inspection. She asks me to wait with her a bit 'and meanwhile tells the receptionist that the police officers who say they've made the remarks because she is the lie that they expect a bit' and have not yet been submitted. It solves a 'ay, the police and went to another email address' just wait another hour and you will live. Damn 'sti British precision that eh? Who knows who have gone to visit just before midnight, saying that someone has noticed an attempted burglary, and above all that good at not getting called after the second reminder for at least an hour. Luckily it was probably just an act of vandalism. Now there is a carpenter handyman a little 'nerd who is patching the hole in the glass door of the ground floor. Outside it's cold as hell, and very humid and I think for him as for me, the holidays are over. Let us go in peace ...