Teniu les instruccions de la Babycook - Beaba?

[Vivoneta]

Resulta que m'han deixat una Babycook però les instruccions no saben on les han ficat....Les he trobat en anglès per internet però preferiria el castellà, que m'hi aclaro més...Algú les té? Em faríeu un gran favor si me les passéssiu! Gràcies!

[Jalina]

Hola!!!

He trobat aquesta pàgina per internet: http://mamisybebes.blogspot.com/2007/10/babycook-de-beaba.html. No són ben bé les instruccions però potser et pot ser útil!!!

[llumer]

Jo les vaig trobar per internet. Miraré si trobo els arxius i te'ls envio. Tot i aixi no te gaire secret i les instruccions son 2 pagines. (breve, brevissssimo), pero si les trobo te les envio dema

[Anna26]

Noia, jo les he trobat però ara no tinc temps d´escanejar-les. Demà a la tarda em comprometo a fer-ho.
Bé, ara vaig a planxar una estona més potser quan acabi m´hi torno a enganxar i ho faig.
Si no és avui, demà segur.

[Anna26]

Jolín!!! Ja les he escanejat però m''ocupen massa i no me les deixa enviar. Si algú li interesa que m´enviï la seva adreça electrònica i us les faig arribar.

Apa, bona nit!!

[Vivoneta]

Nenes, moltes gràcies Jalina, Llumer i Anna26!! Sou uns soletes!!

Anna26, ara t'envio un privi amb la meva adreça...

[llumer]

De res noia! He arribat tard, pero el fet es que ja les tens no?

[Vivoneta]

Sí, l'Anna26 ja me les ha passat per correu electrònic, però igualment la intenció és el que compta, gràcies a totes!!

[yuio397o]

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This left a sizable stack of newspapers sitting on his desk beside his snowy owl, Hedwig: one for each of the days Harry had spent at Privet Drive this summer.
He got up off the floor, stretched, and moved across to his desk. Hedwig made no movement as he began to flick through newspapers, throwing them into the rubbish pile one by one. The owl was asleep or else faking; she was angry with Harry about the limited amount of time she was allowed out of her cage at the moment.
As he neared the bottom of the pile of newspapers, Harry slowed down, searching for one particular issue that he knew had arrived shortly after he had returned to Privet Drive for the summer; he remembered that there had been a small mention on the front about the resignation of Charity Burbage, the Muggle Studies teacher at Hogwarts. At last he found it. Turning to page ten, he sank into his desk chair and reread the article he had been looking for.
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[Churrito]

Wapa, jo te les puc passar per mail, que pesen massa!
Enviem un privi amb el mail i te les passo

[Anna26]

CHurrito, ja les hi vaig passar. Jo les tinc escanejades i a travès d´un privi no es pot ja que pessa massa. així que s´ha de fer a travès del correu personal.

[llumer]

ei, si no podeu envieu-me un mis i provo d'enviarles jo... la veritat es que ja tinc la Babycook guardada, pero la treuré de l'armari si es necessari!