my week

On this week I’ve done a lot of things, from play Playstation 3 to go watching a theatre act. The first thing I’ve done this week was terrible, wake up at 7:00 o’clock! Well, maybe it wasn’t so terrible, but for me..., is the beginning of the end, I’m exaggerating again. The Monday is the first stop of the hell, and the hell have name, Sant Gervasi. In that place the poor children have awful headaches, the feeling of the brain burning and the more important, constant attacks of boring. And it’s all the week the same, but there are ways to run away of all this things. Every persona have their one, someone play videogames, others do basket (like me) or another sport... But, for me, one of the better ways to run away from the routine is read. The books can carry you to the world that someone created in their mind, where there are heroes, monsters, detectives, and thousands of thousands of other characters that maybe where created by the saw of a wave crashing in the coast. For this and millions of more things, I think that the reading is the better way to run away from the routine.

Housework at home

I have a fourth floors house (including the garage and the workroom on the top of it), so the list of housework is very long. We (my parents, my sister and me) normally do the same work, but some Saturday’s my mother work and we change theme. I normally tidy my room, clean the dishes, and clean a half of the workroom. My sister does the ironing (sometimes my mother), the other half of the workroom and the garage. My father usually clean the pool and make presentable the garden. My mother cleans the other three rooms, the ironing room, clean the kitchen, fill the dishwasher and then empty it.