Sunday, 21 October 2007
Me, rushing back from Benidorm yesterday night, where I looked at the final of the Rubgy World Cup with my parents. If you want to see the beautiful gift I got from my mother there, have a look at Rug Mug,
I know, our Smartie looks much better in reality than on my painting, but well, cars are not my speciality. I´ll work on it, I promise.
I rushed because the night before, in a small town called "Polop de la Marina", five kilometers away from here, the Mayor has been shot through the open window of his car as he arrived home, 3 bullets in the head. This is the kind of things from which one always thinks, they happen somewhere else. As I was driving home late in the night, I just imagined a sniper waiting for me at my home... awful! I´m normally not such a "poule mouillée" (a wet hen, as we call fearful people in France!), quite the contrary. But somehow yesterday I felt very uncomfortable and when I arrived home, I looked more than one time around before I went out of the car!
And as you see: I´m still alive!