tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854220702298985433.post7979974976652427287..comments2024-03-28T13:02:02.231+01:00Comments on Il cancro, con un sorriso: Strani risvegliMia Camilla Lazzarinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15439875540653345155noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854220702298985433.post-55938682389242015652015-08-23T19:55:00.207+02:002015-08-23T19:55:00.207+02:00Mi vien da ridere....ops...mi viene in mente la sc...Mi vien da ridere....ops...mi viene in mente la scenetta di Verdone (io adoro Verdone) che viene disturbato di notte mentre dorme te la ricordi ahahahah....<br />La casa era assolutamente MIGLIORE prima ma tanto tanto.<br />4p Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-854220702298985433.post-40719215621224982792015-08-16T18:36:38.015+02:002015-08-16T18:36:38.015+02:00What a treat to read your entry on this lazy Sunda...What a treat to read your entry on this lazy Sunday morning, while still in bed, enjoying a cup of coffee, knowing that my phone will not be ringing! Reading you is most enjoyable, always. I remember nonna Ester so vividly, of course, and I can see her all over that beautiful house! So many visits, so many good times, with her around. I used to be fascinated watching her ride her bicycle to town (FYI my not being able to ride a bike used to be material for many jokes and fun for your lovely family). While it is true that the dear old house is shockingly unrecognizable in its current form, I am sure it has kept all the precious family memories, in the core of its walls, despite the renovations. Old dear houses do that, you know. With all my love. Jinannshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13324592277733515336noreply@blogger.com