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25.8.03
The real estate
By Paolo
Life in London is a bit scarier than I wished. Or thought. Yes, I can think, as a matter of fact my latest den of choice (under my Master’s bed) has been driven by the need of privacy for thoughts.
Why scarier than I wished dear reader? Because of our neighbour: Ms PPMS (Permanent Pre-Menopausal Syndrome). She is complaining of the noise we make on the beautiful oak floor and has been quite rude to Alastair.
I find people in Chelsea, as affected as peasants in Italy. There is too much self-awareness of money (and how it was spent in Real estate) around here. Everybody (as I have glanced from the Early Victorian windows of our new place) feels the need to be seen as trendy and hip (or hop) as possible. What a spin!
I mean only us Italians can make real style rules. And money is not a requirement (or at least not the only one) to make yourself stylish.
It bothers me that I am not allowed to play football never more because of the stuck up woman from downstairs. Just now when Italian runs Chelsea Football Club (Raineri) and we are buying the Premiership wit h the Russian Money (I love the rouble).
Long life to Chelsky! I love my new club, as there is no many English lads on it, and the ones are more like Master Brindis. So it is Ok to be a foreigner in little England.
I am limited to watch from under the bed the latest advances of my club in the bedroom TV. I cannot imitate the likes of Zola & Co. My balls are resting in a little box in search of better times.
I hate the bitchy woman. Master Brindis and I are planning a bush attack on her flower pot gardens. Perhaps a bit of feline pee will make her less anal.
Well, that’s enough for now. Sorry dear reader for this Italian outburst of hate, but I was in the hand of PPMS women after I was abandoned in the farm in Tuscany and I hate them. Nothing I do will ever make me forget their abuse.
Until next time,
By Paolo
Life in London is a bit scarier than I wished. Or thought. Yes, I can think, as a matter of fact my latest den of choice (under my Master’s bed) has been driven by the need of privacy for thoughts.
Why scarier than I wished dear reader? Because of our neighbour: Ms PPMS (Permanent Pre-Menopausal Syndrome). She is complaining of the noise we make on the beautiful oak floor and has been quite rude to Alastair.
I find people in Chelsea, as affected as peasants in Italy. There is too much self-awareness of money (and how it was spent in Real estate) around here. Everybody (as I have glanced from the Early Victorian windows of our new place) feels the need to be seen as trendy and hip (or hop) as possible. What a spin!
I mean only us Italians can make real style rules. And money is not a requirement (or at least not the only one) to make yourself stylish.
It bothers me that I am not allowed to play football never more because of the stuck up woman from downstairs. Just now when Italian runs Chelsea Football Club (Raineri) and we are buying the Premiership wit h the Russian Money (I love the rouble).
Long life to Chelsky! I love my new club, as there is no many English lads on it, and the ones are more like Master Brindis. So it is Ok to be a foreigner in little England.
I am limited to watch from under the bed the latest advances of my club in the bedroom TV. I cannot imitate the likes of Zola & Co. My balls are resting in a little box in search of better times.
I hate the bitchy woman. Master Brindis and I are planning a bush attack on her flower pot gardens. Perhaps a bit of feline pee will make her less anal.
Well, that’s enough for now. Sorry dear reader for this Italian outburst of hate, but I was in the hand of PPMS women after I was abandoned in the farm in Tuscany and I hate them. Nothing I do will ever make me forget their abuse.
Until next time,
9.8.03
London my big city
By Brindis
Oh my Supreme Cat! I bless you with all my heart. I am back in London, and in my patch Earl’s Court. I love my new house. My humans have done a good job in making it a really comfortable place for us cats.
There is enough privacy for both of us. Paolo is having a great time in the Master bedroom, I am myself very well settled in the drawing room.
As it is very hot at the moment, I have dare to take some time off for a cool refreshing lay in at the lovely (modern, city hip bath) bathroom.
My old house is now Alastair’s office. I have not been there yet but I am sure it is now very much a "boy’s" place.
Until next time,
By Brindis
Oh my Supreme Cat! I bless you with all my heart. I am back in London, and in my patch Earl’s Court. I love my new house. My humans have done a good job in making it a really comfortable place for us cats.
There is enough privacy for both of us. Paolo is having a great time in the Master bedroom, I am myself very well settled in the drawing room.
As it is very hot at the moment, I have dare to take some time off for a cool refreshing lay in at the lovely (modern, city hip bath) bathroom.
My old house is now Alastair’s office. I have not been there yet but I am sure it is now very much a "boy’s" place.
Until next time,
