I have confirmed the presence of mr. Bryan to Rose or Claire, on the telephone british people all sound the same to me – either drunk if it’s a man or nuts if it’s a woman. I have made sure his companion would be well written on the guest list. I have answered politly to everybody, i have thought that if it was me, i would have appreciated a seated dinner rather than a buffet (must be the terribly sounding name). This hasn’t stopped Paris, her sister and her parents, to show up. Such a shame Mary was already flying to Swiss: she would have liked it. After sending the press release to everybody i have switched off my computer, cleaned all desks and walked home for two kilometers. I am short of petty cash this week so i am not taking cabs. At home i have burnt an other pot, declined at least twenty invitations, watched the video of hi-ho seven dwarfs’ song with my daughter Cecilia on YouTube, gone to bed at 9.38. I live in a small town in Tuscany, i have accomplished a lot and spent too much lately, i am a sti-on-the-couch-at-party person and jeans won’t simply make me look right. My name’s Juanita de Paola, i’m thirtythree, born Capricorn, i play a little guitar and some piano, i was educated like a smart man, and when i will be sixty i will grow my own vegetables.