Dark, darker, darkest

 Cassian came, had a rest with me (Youtubing for half an hour), did some shopping with hubby at Pagro for those special grips younger children need to hold a pencil the correct way then came back and disappeared to our cellar together with husband for more than an hour- cutting bacon, evacuating and freezing it. After one hour the boys came back with old toys from number four hubby had collected at a place where I could not find them. Haven´t heard a word from Cassian since then, he is playing with those tiny cars and seems to have no need for verbal communication at the moment. I did a quick cleaning of the studio, vacuumed the upper floor and continued the fight against moths. Daughter´s room reeks like a giant mothball now, but the moth traps will yet have to catch a moth. Seems there aren´t that many on their way! Luckily there´s no Persian carpet in daughter´s room, and the ones in the halleay have already got a proper beating, vacuuming and a treatment with bug spray.
Bed is ready for grandson, the windows are thoroughly covered up thanks to hubby´s believe that young children cannot sleep, when a sliver of light will make it into their bedroom. Hasi is in the bed, flashlight under the pillow, and I have turned my PC on to write this entry. After that I have to cut its power supply, because grandson might think that under the desk a medium-sized dragon with red eyes is lurking! And then I have to search for a flashlight for me, or I won´t find my way to the loo during night because of all the darkness...