At least till September
2 years ago
I’m going to stay at home with my cats, books, roses… alas, and a couple of writing/translation projects. Maybe I’ll think a few times about my miserable childhood, what with my parents fighting every day and night (nights were much worse) and not inviting any guests at all, it’s no wonder that I’m not exactly the life and soul of the party.
And then we will see.
(Miserable is used just for poetic purpose).
