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First week of holidays is almost gone. So far, I´ve been refurbishing my patio, my kitchen has yet to undergo the same process. I´m sitting in front of my keybord now, lights on, because the weather is bad, 12 degrees, lots of rain, no fun at all. Teenies are asleep, as always, only getting up for food intake, while I am wallowing in self-pity, because this scenario will not change until school starts again in September. Cleaning, cooking, cleaning again. I´d love to write a bit, but my brain is kind of befuddled. Any suggestions? Of course not. Maybe a short city trip will cheer me up a bit, but usually I´d spend a few days in London, which is not the best location now with the Olympic Games looming. Ah yes, and there will be another trip to Ireland, which I dread already. We´ve had a few hot days this summer. Usually I do not like heat, but a few hot days do not represent a summer as it should be in our climate. I know, I´m constantly whining about the weather, but it´s abnormal this year. And I´m certain that at the end of August, the weather in Ireland will be pretty much the same as we have here now. My daughter will be delighted. No sunburn, not a single one. She will keep her milky white complexion, while I look like death warmed up. I wonder how long my recently purchased Japanese maples will have to plod along in their way too small plant pots, until I am brave enough to go outside and put them to their rightful place next to the tiny garden pond. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow....