Missy's Diary March 25

Friday night,
The smell of Shabbat in the air.
Finally quiet here and I do not have to run under siren sounds.

The English tea, so tasty,
I don’t know if it is because of him
Or whether it is the tea itself
But I never really liked tea before.

I'm still on a diet,
I am losing weight,
Maybe soon I’ll be able to get rid of my grandmother panties.

I enjoy cooking
And like seeing him eat what I cook,
Such a pleasure that is impossible to explain.
It must be the Moroccan inside me.

He bought us a flight ticket -
England! .... I'm already partly there ....