50 stopni

Godzina 8 rano. Na termometrze 38 stopni.

Wczoraj termometr pokazywal 50. Witaj lato?

Wczoraj wieczorem wybralysmy sie z Zuzia na 30 minutowy spacer dookola naszego osiedla. Wilgotnosc byla znosna, wiec i upal nie przeszkadzal tak bardzo. Patrzyli sie na nas jak na wariatki. Tutaj sie nie spaceruje. A zwlaszcza nie latem.

Lece na zakupy. Maja wyprzedaze, kupie Zuzi sandalki, bo dzis zauwazyla slusznie, ze mama ma duzo butow, a ona tylko jedna pare (i oczywiscie staly tekst: jak bede taka duza jak ty, to tez bede miala tyle butow? Ach, te wlosy na cipce, nic dziwnego, ze dziecko sie doczekac nie moze, pewnie uosabia  z tymi wlosami wszystkie luksusy swiata: spanie z mama, duzo butow, i ogladanie telewizji!).

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8 a.m. Thermometer shows 38 Celsius degrees (I think 100 Faranhait).

Yesterday it showed 50 Celsius. Welcome summer?

Yesterday evening me and Zuzia went for a 30 minute walk around our compound. Humidity was ok, so the heat wasn’t so bad as well. But people looked at us as if we were crazy. Here you don’t walk. And especially not in the summer.

I’m going shopping today. They have sales, so I’ll buy Zuzia sandals, as she noticed rightly today that mummy has a lot of shoes, and she has only one pair. (And of course normal text: when I’m as big as you are, will I have so many shoes as well? Well, these hair on pussy, she must embody them with all luxuries of the world: sleeping with mummy, lots of shoes and watching TV. No wonder poor child can’t wait to have them!)