I was not fast enough...

 ... to avoid cooking disaster. Maybe disaster is a bit laid on thick, because lunch was still very edible- but I had wanted to do spaghetti not completly Carbonara different this time. I had bought pancetta, Grana Padano and Pecorino, did roast the ham the way I had seen it done by an Italian master chef, mixed the eggs with grated cheese and a bit of sour cream (totally not carbonara, but I love it this way), poured it over the ham then set the timer for the noodles- time to finish another row of crocheting. Hubby was happily tidying the kitchen. No clue why he loves to do so, but I definitely won´t stop his efforts to put things back onto the shelves or clean dishes. The timer went off, I put the throw aside and went into the kitchen- and what did I find? My sauce Carbonara bubbling on the cooktop, because sauce has to be hot when poured over noodles, at least my husband thinks so. No, hubby dearest, this sauce should never get served boiling hot! So a sauce no more we had, but scrambled eggs with costlier ham- still tasted good, but definitely no creamy sensation. I hope that husband mine has learned his lesson!
Cassian will only come tomorrow, he´s still a bit sick. But only a bit, because hubby told him that there´d be a tiny surprise waiting for him at our house. Naturally, for Flavius, too! It was sister who showed up soon after we had had lunch- she had forgotten the keys for the flat in Munich. She now got hubby´s key back and will leave it in the mailbox. I am pretty sure that she will forget about it, too, and I am glad if this happens- at least, my husband won´t have to perform caretaker duty for the next weeks! Oh dear, sister´s brain must be aging quicker than mine does!
There´s another windy night ahead, and I wonder why neighbour hasn´t yet secured what´s left of her carport roof. Bad things always come in threes, as good ones do, at least where I live. Or maybe I am only too pessimistic...