Saturday, we went toward the "beautiful" city of Liverpool ... Scheduled departure at 8:30 am, then wake up at 7am to be at the meeting point at 8am ...
So far so good ...
My alarm goes as planned, I jumped out of my bed like a flower as if it was 11am, and go down below me prepare my "lunch box"!
The return is scheduled for tonight at 22:30, I decided to make two salads. The good mood I start helping VERY carefully cut my small cucumbers, tomatoes my, my salad, my cheese, then I divide all to make two salads ... But I realize that I will be able to do that one with ...
It is 7:15.
So I'm back to my conscientiously cut VERY small cucumbers, tomatoes my, my salad, my cheese, then I make a vinaigrette, then I am definitely a second because I have no idea of quantities ...
I put everything VERY carefully in plastic boxes. It is
7.30.
I take the bus at 7:47.
I live 5 min walk from the bus stop.
I'm in pajamas.
I have not had my breakfast.
I did not my bag. Phlegmatic
But I do not m'affole ...
my housemate Tina arrives in the kitchen, it's 7:35 I'm eating my Rice Krispies, "Are You Taking the 8:10 bus?" "No. No. Why?" "Well you are still in your pjs so ..."
I look at the time.
MEEEEEEERDE.
a stroke phlegm English leaves me.
I climb the steps 4-4, it is 7:40 am. I take off my
PYJ same time I leave my bag, I opened my closet and there ... shit how I dress? Damn they're GROUIIIILLE not care where you're going to miss the bus! "
Listening to this good advice I get the first T-shirt that falls into my hand then I put my old blue sweater in the American flag (yes yes .. .). J'enfourne everything loose in my bag, salads, bananas, wallet, two bottles of water with a half empty and my brush ... yes because I do not have time to untangle my hair tell me I'll I ran into the street!
it is only 7:43 (but I did lose a minute of watching the clock every 10 seconds!).
I descend the stairs in two strides Olympic feeling my pockets to make sure I have my bus pass, student card and my my keys (yes I am pro multi-tasking). Check!
I close the door, I have not gone ten yards when ...
"MEEEEERDE! A fork!"
I run, I fly up the kitchen "which I take mmm, blue, black ..? FOUUUT GROUIIIILLE YOU LOOK!"
I go running into the street, it's 7:45 am I almost stopped when suddenly ...
"MEEEEERDE! Paper!"
Here I start to run as ever, I climb the stairs rather slowly, evidence of the marathon that my stupidity has imposed upon me, I catch the red paper that proves I paid Liverpool.
it is at least 7:50, I do not know ....
I'm so out of breath, I do not even during off ... I see there are people waiting ...
it is still necessary that I get to cross the huge intersection before the 12th arrives ...
I finally found myself on the sidewalk and there ...
the bus arrives ... I got in and I tell my crazy adventures morning ... Liverpool
direction!
No, I did not brush their teeth, no I was not chewing gum, and yes Magalie was sitting next to me but no she did not say anything ... Either I
naturellemnt good breath, or it is nice ...
So far so good ...
My alarm goes as planned, I jumped out of my bed like a flower as if it was 11am, and go down below me prepare my "lunch box"!
The return is scheduled for tonight at 22:30, I decided to make two salads. The good mood I start helping VERY carefully cut my small cucumbers, tomatoes my, my salad, my cheese, then I divide all to make two salads ... But I realize that I will be able to do that one with ...
It is 7:15.
So I'm back to my conscientiously cut VERY small cucumbers, tomatoes my, my salad, my cheese, then I make a vinaigrette, then I am definitely a second because I have no idea of quantities ...
I put everything VERY carefully in plastic boxes. It is
7.30.
I take the bus at 7:47.
I live 5 min walk from the bus stop.
I'm in pajamas.
I have not had my breakfast.
I did not my bag. Phlegmatic
But I do not m'affole ...
my housemate Tina arrives in the kitchen, it's 7:35 I'm eating my Rice Krispies, "Are You Taking the 8:10 bus?" "No. No. Why?" "Well you are still in your pjs so ..."
I look at the time.
MEEEEEEERDE.
a stroke phlegm English leaves me.
I climb the steps 4-4, it is 7:40 am. I take off my
PYJ same time I leave my bag, I opened my closet and there ... shit how I dress? Damn they're GROUIIIILLE not care where you're going to miss the bus! "
Listening to this good advice I get the first T-shirt that falls into my hand then I put my old blue sweater in the American flag (yes yes .. .). J'enfourne everything loose in my bag, salads, bananas, wallet, two bottles of water with a half empty and my brush ... yes because I do not have time to untangle my hair tell me I'll I ran into the street!
it is only 7:43 (but I did lose a minute of watching the clock every 10 seconds!).
I descend the stairs in two strides Olympic feeling my pockets to make sure I have my bus pass, student card and my my keys (yes I am pro multi-tasking). Check!
I close the door, I have not gone ten yards when ...
"MEEEEERDE! A fork!"
I run, I fly up the kitchen "which I take mmm, blue, black ..? FOUUUT GROUIIIILLE YOU LOOK!"
I go running into the street, it's 7:45 am I almost stopped when suddenly ...
"MEEEEERDE! Paper!"
Here I start to run as ever, I climb the stairs rather slowly, evidence of the marathon that my stupidity has imposed upon me, I catch the red paper that proves I paid Liverpool.
it is at least 7:50, I do not know ....
I'm so out of breath, I do not even during off ... I see there are people waiting ...
it is still necessary that I get to cross the huge intersection before the 12th arrives ...
I finally found myself on the sidewalk and there ...
the bus arrives ... I got in and I tell my crazy adventures morning ... Liverpool
direction!
No, I did not brush their teeth, no I was not chewing gum, and yes Magalie was sitting next to me but no she did not say anything ... Either I
naturellemnt good breath, or it is nice ...
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