Trevi Fountain - a wish granted, another one made.

onboard ryanair, i mentally urged the pilot to floor the accelerator. i wanted to get home fast. there were tonnes of laundry to do and a BBQ that i would not have missed for the world. 6 hours later, i beg to differ. i wish i was still in rome, roaming the streets, getting shit-ed on my birds and eating food that would just add to the scale. i didn’t care if i put on weight, even now, i don’t really care. i’m pretty contented with the way things went. wished it went on. now i’m all cosy in my room, searching the net furiously as i devour every piece of information that can contribute to my decision of whether i should buy a kindle. (the reading thing, yes). i hate dog earred books and bent book spines that i might give up the thick stack of paper altogether. The decision hinges on how fast i can get it and the Euro exchange rate. impulse buying is my strength, weakness, my pitfall and my source of regret. sounds like more negatives than positives but i choose to indulge. while writing that, my face made an expression that meant “i accept my fate”. 

i do. but does my dad? big question, straightforward answer.