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Home, sweet home

Finally back home again! Food was good and opulent as expected for Romanian Easter. Even number four did not complain- and usually he always finds fault with something. The only stressing thing was the cozonac and the guests that came with it for coffee, because Florence and her daughter are French and decided that a revival of my rudimentary knowledge of the language is called for. I haven´t talked French for more than forty years. I do not intend to do so now. So glad when hubby came back- he had to bring number four to the train station. Now I will put my feet up and do some knitting on the sofa. Currently I am on version number seven of Elsa´s sun hat, and the last fail is Cassian´s fault alone- he pulled the needles out, all four of them. I tried to save the knitting for half an hour then gave up. Since it´s supposed to go top-down I had two increases per needle every second row. I unravelled a bit, to get the hang again, then a bit more, until I had enough and unravelled all. It´s not that I lost half a hat... From now on no one than me is allowed to touch that darn hat until it is finished!