Day of errors

 It started in the early morning, when I woke hubby to ask him, if he had brought the garbage bin to the main road. Oops, I had forgotten that there´s no rubbish collection on feast days, but it was already too late, hubby was up and livid. How could I! I have to admit that I slept like a log after he had left the bedroom, must have been, because Lady Vaire had sung me to wakefulness twice during night. Since number four had decided upon coq au vin for lunch, I wanted to marinate the chicken thighs hubby had fetched from the freezer- and found, that he had picked the package with three thighs- not enough for three people. I frantically searched for more thighs, found them but was not able to put them into the wine when frozen. Son solved the problem afterwards by putting some wine and the frozen chicken legs into the microwave. Unfortunately he did the same as I had done recently- instead od defrosting he turned on cooking. The moment the kitchen began to smell of mulled wine with thyme I knew that something was wrong. No big harm done, but still... Lunch tasted good enough, even though the cooking took a bit longer than usual. After lunch I devoted myself to knitting again, while son managed to tear his beloved Wrangler jeans. Son was livid and in his room then while husband was out of the house in no time, to buy new jeans in an outlet centre 20 kilometres away. He found two pair of trousers but managed to buy two different sizes, so back to the outlet it was. I soldiered on with knitting. Oh dear, I hate this pattern so much! I did not count how often I had to unravel rows, because there´s absolutely no logic in decreasing and increasing. To distract myself son and I wanted to do cookies like the ones I did a few days ago. They taste so very good, so I wanted to try another version with raspberry jam. We did the meringue, we applied it onto the dough, put it in the oven for drying then found out that we had forgotten about the jam. So another batch will get done by me alone tomorrow, and son will take the old ones to Graz. Tomorrow I will be without car and husband. Sounds good to me, as long as I do not pick up the knitting...