We finally moved to the new house, further away from London, seeking the quiet life. In the previous place it sounded like we were living just across the road from the police station. Sirens were on all the time, morning, afternoon, night, you name it! This is not the main reason why we moved though, we simply wanted a bigger place with a greener grass and more surrounding wild life. Speaking of wild life, just the next day after we moved we found in the garden a long trail of feathers, like someone had a long heavy fight! We were now worried that the wild life was too close, but it didn’t take long to see who did the mess in our garden: the neighbour’s fluffy cat!

I wonder who got sacrificed in the first night in the new garden…













#1 by razvan at 26th April 2010
Luiza din Campina?