Missing for real

 Not always do wonders happen- this time one last piece of the jigsaw is indeed missing, even though we searched every square centimetre, even under the carpet. Well, sh.. happens. At least we can take a picture and put that darn thing back into the box. Doing jigsaws in an overheated conservatory is definitely not one of my favourites!
Daughter had postponed buying Cassian's birthday present, until it was almost time to get into the car to drive to the party. He now has new equipment for the children's kitchen- at half-price.
We came back from the birthday party at half past seven. By then the three children were quite tired from all the running they did. And I met Umaj's daughter Anna for the first time. She's two already and quite a talkative young lady, so unlike her mother. The girl, too, gets raised bi-lingual (Mongolian-German), but at least the mother talks to her child in both languages.
From tomorrow on it's all about knitting. I have been too lazy the last days, there's still two sleeves missing. And then there's still wool enough for a simple top. If I have time enough, I'll do one. Since hubby will be off after lunch tomorrow, I might have at least three to four hours free of husbandly interference...