Tuesday, 8 February 2011

I invited Ale, an Italian friend, for dinner last Saturday, but my cooking was not successful. She sometimes comes to Norwich as a visiting student. It gave me a good incentive to clean my house.
My mother likes the cheese that I had sent. Fede bought it in Bologna for my family. But what my mother didn't notice was the purpose of the big pack of crisps, which I put in the parcel together, wasn't merely a cushion. It was Kettle Chips; I wanted to send a taste from Norwich, too.

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