Site inspection day 2, not so much fun than yesterday as I had to drag along a Danish bitch of an architect. As I am myself a person who never does anything wholehearted, I just can’t stand people who take themselves seriously.But fabulous timing at Marriott, the Spanish team was returning from their morning walk and this time I didn’t faint. I sacrificed though Casillas as my son would appreciate Fernando Torres’ autograph more (SEE THE PICTURE !). There are no limits for a mother’s love ! Fernando invited me to his room, but JB had just been kind (=mean) enough to remind me of my age, so I had to pass.
I expected to get on the Spanish news and called my husband to keep an eye on TVE. My husband told me that there had been an plane crash in Madrid, so no chance of having anything else on Spanish TV today. My ridiculous flirting with TV Espana’s camera guy was totally wasted.
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How strange! My little sister used to work at Marriott, Copenhagen... Wait... you are not my little sister are you? Oh no you couldn't be, because she once went to a party in Amsterdam with the Boca Juniors (who at that time had Maradona in their line-up) and she didn't even bother to get just ONE single autograph.
For at være ærlig, jeg forstår ikke helt rigtig hvorfor man skaffer folks autografer. Men min søn er lykkelig, han er den eneste i skolen som har Torres autograf + et noget så mærkelig billede af sin mummy og Torres.
Jeg tror ikke at han skulle fortælle sine kammarater hvis hans mor havde været i seng med Casillas, selvom den slags stjernetræf kan jeg bedre forstå (mon Iker skulle læse mig Dostojevski højt efter sex ?).
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