B2B
I'm B2B, which stands for Back To Business: i'm officially on the job hunt, without a treasure map but not lacking the semi-pirate attitude. Back to business, meaning i am again just one person, normal, regular, plain, as you please to call me. I am no longer awaiting the miracle of Muffin birth, nor am i exclusively absorbed by Bruno's oceanic eyes.

I'm B2B, watching movies -on the verge of actually going to the cinema, give us a couple of weeks there-, reading books and magazines, listening to music. Bruno spent a good part of Sunday afternoon with my mother and i successfully danced around the living room to one of my favourite hiphop tunes. Another form of B2B.

I listen to classical music on the car radio. I listen to old 80s songs in the kitchen. I enjoy driving and am not tense about Bruno in the back seat anymore. I don't cook that much. I stay up late, reading in bed, just because i want to and i'm not that concerned about the 4 am feeding, since it's not a regular anymore. B2B.

Business as usual, as it used to be. Regular clothes. British size 8. Spanish size 38, 40, M, L or ExtraFreakingSmall, depending on the psychotic brand chosen. Back to the odd beer, not necessarily tempered down with lemon anymore. Back to that much needed second cup of coffee.

Back to actually returning calls. I might even set my record straight and start attending parties. Children friendly Halloween at Arwen/Ona's place shall be a nice start. And the old school band Los Ronaldos, reunited for the cash and the memories (their own b2b), will definetely be the turning point. We've got the tickets. November 24th. Celebrating B2B.