Questo week-end sarò alla Hobbiton: statemi bene! Forse mi connetterò saltuariamente.
PS per Raffaella: ehi, non ti riesco a contattare, va tutto bene?
"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Questo week-end sarò alla Hobbiton: statemi bene! Forse mi connetterò saltuariamente.
PS per Raffaella: ehi, non ti riesco a contattare, va tutto bene?
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7 Comments
Njord
Posted at 07:34h, 31 AugustMa all’entrata della fiera non c’è Gandalf che dice “TU NON PUOI PASSARE!” ?
heraclitus
Posted at 07:41h, 31 Augustdivertiti. ;-)
Shelidon
Posted at 08:59h, 31 AugustNjord, se andiamo avanti così finirà che io ce lo troverò (scherzo, naturalmente, so che c’è un mucchio di gente felice di vedermi…)
Her: grazie *__^
utente anonimo
Posted at 17:14h, 31 AugustSono ancora viva! Martedì ritorno sul patrio suolo, lasciando ahimé il mio cuore qui nel Nuovo Mondo (LOL)…
A presto,
Raffaella.
Conigliolo
Posted at 20:45h, 01 SeptemberEhi!
Ma non sarà che ti becco a Lucca Comics, quest’anno?
Damiani
Posted at 11:44h, 03 Septembermi raccomando le colazioni…rispettiamole….
noi quì intanto attendiamo tue cronache!
Shelidon
Posted at 18:07h, 03 SeptemberDi ritorno per una sera, domani riparto per le tanto agognate ferie, nel frattempo…
@ Raffaella: ok, mercoledì ti chiamo allora!
@ Conigliolo: potrebbe anche essere, sono sempre molto combattuta per via del casino che c’è…
@ Damiani: non abbiamo fatto molte colazioni, ma lo spuntino di mezzanotte sì. Per le croniche, dovrete attendere un pochino ma arriveranno.