A year ago, returning to home, I left an spanish omelette on the roof of my car to accommodate my son in his car seat. I assured the child… but I forgot the poor omelette, which I have come to the conclusion that was disintegrated on the journey back home. What things I’ll forget this time, when my second child is to be born? Now will be two babies vs the omelette… Oh, my god!

Walking, knee deep on the mud: that’s up in the morning when you want to sink into the mattress and getting caught up in this sweet stupor of the first awakening.