There's not much of the summer left, which is not that bad as I'm getting a bit tired of it. For one I'm feeling all festivaled out for the moment. No more festivals for a long while. And if there's not a specific band I really want to see next year, I doubt I will go to Sziget.
But back to my favorite summer activity: swimming. I love swimming under water, with my eyes open. Of course, wearing goggles, otherwise I can only open one of my eyes and that only half-way. Last time we went to the swimming pool, which was on Friday, I lost the rubber part of my goggles. So we were looking for it (never mind blocking the lane) and Zsofi found it in the next lane and I went down for it and almost got drowned and I could barely avoid bumping into two chatty girls at the starting block.
But isn't it a cheery time to mind such inconveniences! Last night, after we got home, Zsofi and I put a poster up in the elevator:

Needless to say, it was already torn by 7 am and poor Cseh Laci was on the floor. By the time I left the house, it wasn't even on the floor, I could only see the remains of the scotch tape on the elevator wall.
4 comments:
Pernahajderek!
Hehe, tudod, hol hallottam utoljara ezt a szot? Abban az angol sorozatban, a Szupernagyiban!!
Probably because he didn't win 8 yes!!! EIGHT gold medals. USA USA USA USA!!!!!!!!!!!
I heard you returned to your tank at sea world, Michael
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