Just to give you a brief summary, only the last six weeks that has happened to me: - the bronchopneumonia me lying for ten days in a row and decided to make common cause with a cheerfully cough I are brought back for another two weeks.
- I found Amelie dead with his neck broken, sent to wallow in the sun for some paradise but a cat and leave me to cry in front of Arianna a small pit dug in the garden.
- My Canon just taken was stolen from the colleague who I had given, even before I had the time to understand how it worked.
This, however, is a fresh day.
Yesterday I turn a light on the dashboard of the Aygo. And - at the time - the machine begins to lag as if one of its three cylinders had decided to put to rest. So this morning in the port
Toyota and leave over the hard-working men in red suit that I promise to let me know something within a couple of hours.
I take a taxi for the modest sum of 25 € covers the ten kilometers separating me from the office, time to sit at my desk and I get this news: some scoundrel has put diesel instead of petrol in the tank. Diesel
who broke the injectors, whose pieces are finished in the catalyst, breaking the pot.
Nothing irreparable, is clear enough for me to write out a check of 1,250 euro.
that, if at all obvious to be able to make them jump out, however, would not solve the problem side and non-trivial to come and go to work in the meantime, given that my only other means of transport is a scooter and died without insurance.
Now, I might start to wonder if I'm quite the dick to someone somewhere to have a doll with my face and crossed da vari spilloni.
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