My summer holiday had everythi,g to be perfect.I had my mom's flat for myself for two long months,some money,and a lot of free time for myself.I invited my best friend and my boyfriend over,and we did all a teenager would do without an adult around,including excessive pizza consommation,redefining the limits of what used to be called VERY LOUD MUSIC,and traumatizing the cat and the neightbours,who were so frightened they didn't dare protest.
As you can see,erything was perfect.The problem is,in this marvellous country that is France,Mr Dwarfman decides everythig.I won't say his real name not to get censured,but you can guess who he is if you are very,very smart.So as I was saying,Mr Dwarfman is very powerful,and very,very smart.And His Holy Smartness decided to pultiply the price of food by 33 per cent,making my budget look very small all of a sudden,and my holydays started looking like a very uncool remake of "Mission Impossible",since my best friend was broke and I had to pay for her too.
So my holiday turned all of a sudden into a life sized economy class,which turned out rather cool cause I lost some weight,but believe me,at the end of the two months,I was craving for fruits and salad,and I hated pizza and noodles.
Anyway,all that was very constructive and thought me a little more about adulthood,so even though I never thought I could say that,thank you Mr Dwarfman!

So how was your summer ?

Val