Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Friends in London 4

In London, when you have a friend as guest, they use to say thanks forgetting something at your home.

Looking like a harmless bag, containing a pack of lasagne and a couple of bottles of those disgusting drinks vegetarians and and health maniacs are so fond of, I left it there to give it back at the owner at the first chance.

It was a fucking time-bomb! In few day it fermented and around 10:30 pm of yesterday, an explosion happened at my home that an IRA member would be proud of. This is the result...

 Green stuff The Exorcist style everywhere: on the floor and the walls, the ceiling, on the hung washing, on the documents I need to expatriate. Ah, how could you do without friends in London?

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