Daughter and I shared for breakfast what was left of the smoked salmon. We had one slice of toast each. The boys had two and a half- both of them. I vacuumed the ground floor then joined daughter for jigsawing. I have to say that she did exceptionally well, sorting in what I had sorted by colour. In the afternoon almost half of the jigsaw was done- but now we are getting to those parts I was not able to sort. Blessedly daughter has ordered from Amazon and decided to wait until tomorrow for delivery, so more time for her to help me. We had gnocchi with onion sauce for lunch- don't like it, but quickly done, which is fine for me. I am not a big fan of cooking at the moment. It's not because of the process of cooking itself but the things husband mine wants to eat. Funny, but each time the days get shorter he drifts towards 'I want to eat the things my mother cooked when I was a boy'. Unfortunately for him that's a definite no for me. That's why husband mine has altered his tactics and brings home mostly things that need imminent processing and go with his own meal plans. Husband is clever, this I have to admit. Tomorrow I will accompany him to Aldi, or we will live on potato dumplings and wurstnudeln. And all sorts of cabbage, of course.
In the late afternoon daughter mine started to scour the basement for things she needs for next week's Comicon in Vienna. She came back up with one red sweat shirt, a black clothes bag, white felt I have been searching for last year, adjustable straps- all will get turned into a huge black handbag with lips and teeth. The good thing is that tomorrowm daughter will return to her flat with hubby, they will pick up her bike (there's some person living in the house who's taken her bike out of the bicycle storage room twice to park it outside on the parking place) and the broccoli dying in her fridge, then the two will return to our house for sewing and crafting and hopefully more jigsawing. Thing is that four big plants have to move into the conservatory soonest- we are supposed to get snow next week. Jigsawing might be less fun then because of the critters which come along with the plants..
In the late afternoon daughter mine started to scour the basement for things she needs for next week's Comicon in Vienna. She came back up with one red sweat shirt, a black clothes bag, white felt I have been searching for last year, adjustable straps- all will get turned into a huge black handbag with lips and teeth. The good thing is that tomorrowm daughter will return to her flat with hubby, they will pick up her bike (there's some person living in the house who's taken her bike out of the bicycle storage room twice to park it outside on the parking place) and the broccoli dying in her fridge, then the two will return to our house for sewing and crafting and hopefully more jigsawing. Thing is that four big plants have to move into the conservatory soonest- we are supposed to get snow next week. Jigsawing might be less fun then because of the critters which come along with the plants..