Per tutti i futuri lettori, ecco un primo assaggio delle avventure di Bride, tratte dal suo blog (tradotto per noi, come il libro, da Barbara Teresi) che si trova qui a dover digerire la notizia del matrimonio of her cousin Susan, daughter of Aunt Nosy ...
So, guys ... today I came into the house in a heartbreaking scene: mom with frightened eyes and shortness of breath, crushed between Nosy aunt and her daughter Susan. Nosy aunt looks at me. His face lit cheerful air, but this is not the blessed woman had recently thrown down the stairs, thereby breaking off diplomatic relations with it and expelling the ambassador? But not the blood flows in my veins?
Strange indeed. But this is not so much that makes me weird. To strange seriously is Susan, the girl is sitting with his legs crossed, a big smile on your face and joy in his eyes that does not bode well.
This kind of joy in people's eyes trigger allergic reactions in me. Why should people be so happy? I mean ... there is little to be happy!
Unless ... Unless ...
Before I could formulate the thought, my foreman - and that of my mother - was shot down this latest violent blow of fate, in the form the cruel words of Aunt Nosy: Are not you coming to congratulate Susan, Bride? Susan gets engaged!
DA RA DA DAAN ...
Mom was flabbergasted, his eyes wide open.
For the first time I grasped the full meaning of the expression "the neck has become like a grain of sand."
Mamma, poor thing, the neck did not have any more of it is gone. It is as if the head had been mounted directly on the shoulders and chin with screws welded to the rib cage ...
So that you can get an idea of \u200b\u200bthe magnitude of a blow to mother these words, you need to know what state psychological is a bit 'of months now: the poor woman is on the brink a crisis of nerves and now wanders around the house talking to herself and to anyone asking for advice on the age problem (such as snare a husband?), now in Egypt is becoming a much more serious problem of the bread lines subsidized by the state.
To anyone and anything! Just imagine, once I found to open the fridge and go to a carton of milk.
I mean, if a suitor came to ask her any hand now, we should accept it or wait for a better one? And if we decide to wait, how long should we?
Another time I saw you open the oven and say: Ah, yes? This is you think? We are still waiting? You know what? Your tips are all charred and your opinions are not well cooked!
But once when I was seriously worried when he told me he wanted to dust the carpet. After having brought the carpet on the roof, have fallen back.
Not seeing her return and I feared the worst after a while 'I went to see it delayed ...
I found with the tight beater in hand, intent on batting strokes on the floor: But why did not you said from the beginning? At this time we made the long over!
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