"L'affaire llitet" / "The bed affaire"

Molt bon dia a tothom.

Avui no estic tant animada com de costum perquè des d'ahir que em costa una mica de fer caca... Ja sé que no són temes per tractar en públic però què voleu que us digui, a mi em preocupa.

Però bé, això no és excusa i tal com diem al meu poble "lo prometido es deuda" i per tant us explicaré l'accident que va tenir el meu llitet.

Aquí teniu una foto del meu llitet, era força còmode i m'agradava el disseny tipus texans de tota la vida. A part de dormir-hi, el llitet també era per a mi un company de joc, o més ben dit una joguina més. M'agradava mossegar-lo, girar-lo damunt davall i fer-lo córrer pel menjador.

Però una tarda la cosa se'm va escapar de les potes. Estava encegada mossegant el llitet, tant que al final el vaig estripar i vaig escampar l'espumeta de dins per tot el menjador. Quina festa!!!! Però poc després em vaig adonar del que havia fet. "Nadie, avui el teu compi et pela" vaig pensar.

Així que vaig veure que havia d'arreglar aquell desastre. Vaig recollir l'espuma, vaig tornar a posar la tela a lloc i ho vaig tapar les meves dues tovalloles a sobre. Ho havia aconseguit, no es notava res. Una estona més tard va tornar el meu compi. Tot normal, semblava que no notava res. Em va preparar el sopar (arròs amb pollastre) i ell també es va posar a sopar. Però a mig sopar es va aixecar per recollir una de les meves caques i va moure el llitet... desastre. El meu pla era bo però no perfecte. Em pensava que els meus dies s'havien acabat... però no. Només va agafar el llitet i el va prendre cap a l'habitació del costat i el va deixar allí. Va castigar el llitet enlloc de mi??? No ho vaig entendre del tot... i l'endemà em va regalar el llitet de zebra que us vaig presentar ahir.

Timbre, timbre, timbre!!!! Us he de deixar. Demà us explico més cosetes.

Petons a totes i tots!

Good morning to everybody

Today I am not so cheerful as usual because from yesterday I am a little bit constipated. I know that maybe I should not talk about this things but the truth is that it makes me feel worried.

But this is not an excuse and as we say in my country "a promise is a debt" so I will explain you the accident with my old bed. Please, see the photos that I have attached to the catalan version.

The first one is my old bed. It was really confortable and I liked so much the old jeans design. Beside sleeping on it, I liked to play with it too, turning it up to down and walking with it all along the livingroom.

But one day I lost the control. I was crazy biting the bed, and suddenly I broke the cloth and I spread the foam all along the livingroom. What a party!!! But few minutes later I realized what I had done. "Nadie, your ending is coming" I said to myself.

So I thought that I should arrange that disaster. I clean the foam from the floor and I cover the broken cloth with my two towels. I did it really well, everything seemed to be normal. Some minutes later my flatmate came back. Everything was right, he didn't notice anything. He cooked my dinner (chicken and rice) and he ate dinner too. But suddenly he got up, and he moved my bed and then... disaster. My plan was good but not perfect. I thought that my days had finished... but not. He only took the bed and he brought it to the next room. The bed was punished instead of me??? I could not understand at all... And the next day he bought a new bed to me, the zebra-bed that I introduced to you yesterday.

Buzzer, buzzer, buzzer!!! I have to leave you. Tomorrow I will explain you more things.

Kisses to everybody!