A series of unfortunate events

I have decided to dedicate the first post of my blog to my day of wednesday. I don't for what reason or strange karma but, at least once in a month, voila! Black wednesday. Yes, Black Wednesady, not because I am in Africa, but because mishaps happen one after the other. Last Black Wednesday was the 4th November. Usually these days start with my strange ideas like: I will bake bread. I wake up with this radiant thought and I see (and here i would have understood everything), my husband shoot out of the house. Today he has some business on the other side of town.

I jump into the kitchen and prepare the baby bottle (my better half's morning task), choose accurately my son's outfit looking at the sky (itscoldsotrousers or instead itshotsoshorts) Change the diaper, feed Giovanni and finaly I can enjoy my cup of coffee. I take one sip and 'toc toc'. Who the hell knocks at peoples' door at this hour? it's just 8.30! Landlady....What does she want? She introduces the plumber who has come to repair the Kitchen drainage. Finally i can say goodbye to the lake in my kitchen. Solo (the plumber) has do a small job, he says, dig a trench outside the house drain the water and pu another drainage pipe, only that the car is parked exactly where the trench should pass. I secure Givanni in his security seat, put some of his favourite toys, take the car keys, push open button, silence! No 'beep beep'. Strange, but anyway the car is open, i jump in, insert the key and turn. Silence! Try again, Silence! For a car nicknamed the 'helicopter', it's strange!. The battery is dead and we have to push. We abduct two gentlemen passingby and oblige them to push.

Meanwhile, Giovanni cries desperately, he has not seen his mother for two minutes, for him I have disappeared in thin air. I calm him with the pacifier and cuddle him and (lucky him) he falls asleep, calm like an angel. I put him in his bed and he is in dreamland. Now I can put the house in orer, wash the dishes, make the dough, wait 20 minutes for it to leaven, preheat the oven, maybe i will make the bread after all! Immediately i have this thought, I hear a strange splash from the corridor, i peep and horendous. My poor baby's room is a lake, with waterfalls on the walls originating from the ceiling. Panic! I fly to the bathroom, turn on all taps, the waterfalls lose strength. Run to the sitting room, Take all newspapers I can lay my eyes on, spread them in the flooded room, something quite useless because they just float on the water. Giovanni wakes up, dispaires and screams, but I need to get the basin that is behind the house. I open the door and the garden has already been transformed to an archeological site. I have no idea if Solo was looking for water, crude oil or the pipes, but certainly he has found all three.

I jump from one side of the trench to the other, grab the basin and go to console poor abandoned boy. I will spare you the long story between one cry and another, one bottle and another, to drain the water from the room, drying evrything (meanwhile outside it was raining cats and dogs). Oh I forgot, Solo who is a plumber, lest we forget, climbs into the ceiling to check the situation, leaving mud on everything he touches, and so I have tlean and disinfect everything. How did the day end? Well i sat on the computer to write this post, and after some fights with the modem, it died. I went to bed, spent but happy, when you survive these days sane, with the house more or less standing, husband and son happy, its a great satifaction. In any case, tommorrow can only be better!

p.s. you also forgot about the bread? At 4 in the evening I saw everything was ready just awiting baking. I throw it into the oven, it has a strange shape and has not completely leavened, but in one ita had all been eaten.

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