The moment they're back they're here...

Such a fun evening yesterday! Hubby had left, I put the second movie of the Wizzarding World into the player, and after one hour spent in peace and awe I got three spam calls, which meant that I had to press pause again and again. Half an hour later, after the calls had died down, son phoned. A video call this time, to show me Flavius' leg, which had been put into some sort of bracing. Boy has skinned his heel in Romania, the wound got infected and the leg began to swell. Nothing serious, but Flavius is not allowed to walk for the next days- oh joy! But he got brought to our house anyway, together with his brother and father. Barely half an hour later hubby sailed in- he had left the opera at halftime. He had a horrible headache, toothache, he felt as if he'd be sick any moment. Took two aspirin, had one more during night, did not want breakfast- and two hours later he had coffee and cake. And a veritable cough and sneeze. From dying swan to the rise of the phoenix in a few hour's span. Remarkable! I had warned sister that I was to have grandsons in the afternoon. She called around midday to tell me that she will come next weekend. That was before hubby informed me that number four will come for a visit on Thursday. And daughter, that I better not forget that on the 22nd and the 23rd the next early shifts are looming. On Friday the house will get swarmed by neighbours. I will definitely need more valium. Or should I opt for a bed in a mental home? I'm a bit torn...