Tiistai 🇫🇮 - Dienstag 🇦🇹

I fell asleep yesterday night on the sofa and spent half of the night there. When I woke up, I was too tired to climb up to the bedroom, so I made myself comfortable and went back to sleep till 6 a.m. When I woke up for the second time today, I took Abby for her morning walk, fed her and myself, grabbed a coffee, and chatted with Ági. Little did I know how little I would study today when we hung up the phone, but our neighbour's impatience with the shredding machine thwarted my plans. He thought installing the tool in our garden would be a brilliant idea, but I made sure he changed his mind and relocated the machine to our shared garden. The shredding began at 10 a.m. and lasted till 1:45 p.m. I hardly had time to shower, prepare and devour lunch before my lesson - which was perfect - with Charlette. After my English class, I took Abby for her afternoon walk in the +30°C heat, and upon returning home and cleaning this little rascal, a friend called and kept me on the phone for another hour. At 17:30, I started hoovering and mopping the flat, and then I took Abby for her evening walk at 18:00 before the imminent storm. (Which has arrived just now.) When we returned, I washed the dishes, put everything back in place, showered, fed Abby and chatted with Ági. I'm knackered. I'm so exhausted that I'll call it a day after finishing this entry and watching something on Netflix because tomorrow, early in the morning, I drive to Vienna to pick Ági up and drive her home finally.

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Chillaxing

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