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Mother Hulda was once again shaking out her duvets. So after lots of snow shovelling yesterday evening and a minor incident with a neighbour who had sent back our private snow plough because the snow was not "that much" to clear our private street (we have to pay snow removal out of our pocket, and she´s the one living at the top of the street, from where she only has to shovel a few metres clear of snow while the rest of us has to do the hard work to be able to drive to work) I opted for a hot bath and the ultimate thrill in beauty care: the tweezing of eyebrows. Only that there weren´t any tweezers available, because they have travelled to New Zealand. All of them. I wonder how long daughter mine has been on the search for the last one hidden in my private manicure set hidden in a hidden box in the upper bathroom. That girl certainly has a talent for prying! The missing tweezers explain my son´s sounds of pain when trying to trim his caterpillar eyebrows à la Thranduil: He had to do it with his beard trimmer, thusly bloody the outcome!