I don´t get it

 Week three finished- runny nose has decided to stay for the time being. The moment I bend forwards it´s running, running, running... Needless to say that I do not bend forwards that often. I prefer to do my chores as quickly as possible then will do another round of lazing about, mostly reading new books. Which leads to interesting results- since I have been reading a crime story with the plot scheduled around 1999, the murder having taken place in the sixties and the book published in 1921, I have spent a lot of time googling if things indeed might have happened as portrayed. My conclusion: most of it is correct, but at some points modern achievements take place when it was not yet time for said achievements. It was a good read, but now I am back to more classical literature- Roda Roda aways makes me chuckle, and who does not need something to chuckle about now and then! Especially now that hubby´s gout is back again. Or more precise, it hasn´t really left since Christmas. Hubby drinks no alcohol, eats meat only now and then but gout is intent on staying. According to this hubby´s mood is at rock bottom. Even Cassian noticed it at the last visit. Hubby is like a champagne bottle- don´t shake, or content will squirt! You never know when it´s about to happen! So it´s me lazing about upstairs while husband dearest grumbles on the ground floor. The house is big enough for the both of us...