The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

"I am back: can I give someone a hand, down there in the kitchen?"
I don't have to, Ilaria's already cooking some nice pasta, some nice Italian pasta I mean, spaghetti mediterranei with tomato sauce as light and inviting as only our pasta can be. No wonder why the Dowlands adore to have kept us at their home. But now I've got nothing to do so I just walk around; nah, my journey's not casual indeed, I think I'm trying to find out where's family male descendant. He's gonna be home hardly before this late afternoon, poor me!
Lately our conversations at the table while we are having our dinners are getting deeper and smoother and I have to admit this tickling pleasure in realizing you're good enough for using appropriately a new language with mother tongued people. Well, maybe we won't ever come to the perfect cockney accent, but I have yet to be persuaded that's a bad thing.
Ilaria wants to get out shopping, and I do follow her; among brackets, in less than ten days it will be my 20th Birthday so I have reasons to buy me something. Well, I am not that excited about it no more, I got no experience now of that euphoric kind of waiting I was used to feel while being a kid I was expecting tons of new games and toys -regularly lacking any major appeal after a couple of testing of them-, or after those teenager parties smelling of strawberries flavoured lipsticks, where I found my first serious love anxieties, shortly buried in the snobbish monotony of Classical Liceum fake environment.
Nowadays every new Birthday, no matter whose is, it's just a good excuse for a new dress I can get, the average music we listen to for five or six hours, little refreshments and a pizza, and just one sureness overall: that we are all slowly missing something... that astonishment I was so fond of, the freshness of new emotions you know sadly already in full, years of life which are passing you by, too fast, just too fast...
Well, at least this time something effectively unusual I will get: I am having my party in a new ambient, with unusual styles of celebration, with so many different people. Sadly, I won't get no lil kisses from mum and dad right on my cheeks and front, no calls from relatives I am not seeing from half a life. Oh well, I am missing my people, but it's not right to bend to similar weaknesses so here we go, I am all up for this shopping right! No dullness, let's take shops!
"I am ready to step down Ila.. just give me a little time to get decently in my shoes!"
40 Minutes later, I am at the front line. Ilaria's got an overdressing I think: a massive pullover, a scarf, the hat.. she seems up to climb onto the Everest, all that you can see of her are her eyes and a piece of nose! Compared to her, I seem ready for a cruising over Caribbean Seas in middle Autumn!
Well, about shopping in London: when you've got no practice of the places yet, there's only one road you can address you at without hesitations, namely Oxford Street; we are meeting outside there Domiziana, Claudia and Federica, some other who have come with us from Italy, and we have to meet them in Tottenham Court Road.
God bless the Tube!
Oh, these shops, these windows! I'd like to be fascinated and attracted by them, but they are all so extravagant! Right, British people want to be these ultra-innovative trends settlers but why to ban out to another Galaxy some decent taste in clothing? To be creative can be a stimulating diversion, but it can't becoming a blind rule to filter everything with, sparkle of elegance included: you just look at those flourishing colours, those un-wearable coats! I want clothes to add some value to myself, not disguises! Where's the Black? Where's the sand? Where the hell are they, where did you hide them? >br>But I look to be the only one with similar troubles in taking Brit vision of style for dresses, since my friends are supersonically filling their shoppers with everything finishes under their hands, no matter if the currencies Pound/ Lira is so breathtaking at the moment.
Those tartan trousers Ila's got are cute though, especially with those lather heavy boots she is buying now, it will make her look like a new punk!