I’ve just arrived home from a football practice. It wasn’t with the team I usually play on Mondays. This time it was outdoors. As I was told, I put on my wool collants and sweater. It wasn’t before the end of the practice that I realized how cold it was. There was ice in the water bottle I had left on the floor and also under my shoes. As I took of my gloves in order to change clothes, my fingers were hurting so much I was making strange noises. I looked around and everybody else was acting normal. When I arrived home, the temperature outside was 1 degree. The good news is that it will only get 20 degrees colder than this.
When I return to Portugal, I will start a business exporting brunost to Portugal and global warming to Norway.
My first love in Norway? It’s called wool. We couldn’t be closer and I feel I couldn’t live without it.
Afonso, em vez de trazeres brunost (não sei o que é, mas deve ser coisa boa!), arranja mas é uns euritos. À troca enviamos sol, areia... Se o negócio for bem sucedido, ainda és nomeado ministro da economia. Bj, Ju mãe
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ReplyDeleteBig hugs and love, Mum
Sim o titulo é perigoso... Mas com esse frio só mesmo vestido com wool!! :))
ReplyDeleteAfonsinho e as mãos já n incham? Agora sim, tás preparado pra ir caçar comigo pro mar no inverno às 6 da matina... Até estala só de despiro o pijama pra vestir o fato!! hehe
Abraço e porta mal! Vou.te enviar um postal do Vietnam (n prometo k chegue.. loll) envia-me o teu endereço por mensagem no face.. Bisous