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In the morning I did not hear the alarm- I had forgotten my mobile in the bathroom downstairs. Daughter who had thought I was already up making coffee was the one who finally woke me, and we made it to the airport just in time.
At nine in the morning, when I was just out of the shower, husband told me that my sister was on her way to show up and bring us the keys to her flat and the flat next door which she has rented from my childhood crush´s son. Oh, all those sudden cross connections! Of course, sister stayed for coffee and cake (and delegated work that needed to be done in her flat). Besides, she brought things too nice to be thrown away, but I suspect that the garbage bins at the house she soon will live in were full to the brim, as always. Blessedly I was about to put together more things for the flea market next week.
Hubby was working like a dog at a neighbor´s son´s old flat, which has to be cleared the next days. Now we have a practically new box-spring bed in the house (and the garage, one part of it did not fit into the guestroom) no one needs. That´s funny, because we are always in need of guest beds when the extended family is on visit- only that this is a bed worth a matrimonial one, if you want some space away from your husband during night. Well, our guestroom is not that big, and even daughter´s room is too small, or better said, there´s a pitch of the roof, and the headboard of the bed is 1,5 metres high... Maybe husband mine better should tour with a tapeline in his pocket!
After a quick lunch poor husband was off again- work at neighbour´s son was not yet finished! When back hubby had coffee with me then was off once more- he did stay at son number two´s house, until the parents were back from parent´s evening in kindergarten. Cassian and Flavius got pizza for dinner. No, not selfmade, hubby picked one (or two) up in the only Italian restaurant in the village. The problem with hubby being mostly off is that I am bound to house and garden more or less. Good for doing more housework- yuck!) or work in the garden (yuck, again, too wet and cold). I am not one made for watching TV too long, even if the new TV is fabulous. So fabulous that I am in danger of getting seizures by the brightness of some colours. Especially the colour red...
So I went up to the bedroom, to read some fanfiction. I found out that not even qualitatively good fanfiction is beyond, at least, cute, flaws. "He willed his heart to stop beating (I think the author meant pounding so fast)." That´s a bit exaggerated, but what a way to go after having sex!
At nine in the morning, when I was just out of the shower, husband told me that my sister was on her way to show up and bring us the keys to her flat and the flat next door which she has rented from my childhood crush´s son. Oh, all those sudden cross connections! Of course, sister stayed for coffee and cake (and delegated work that needed to be done in her flat). Besides, she brought things too nice to be thrown away, but I suspect that the garbage bins at the house she soon will live in were full to the brim, as always. Blessedly I was about to put together more things for the flea market next week.
Hubby was working like a dog at a neighbor´s son´s old flat, which has to be cleared the next days. Now we have a practically new box-spring bed in the house (and the garage, one part of it did not fit into the guestroom) no one needs. That´s funny, because we are always in need of guest beds when the extended family is on visit- only that this is a bed worth a matrimonial one, if you want some space away from your husband during night. Well, our guestroom is not that big, and even daughter´s room is too small, or better said, there´s a pitch of the roof, and the headboard of the bed is 1,5 metres high... Maybe husband mine better should tour with a tapeline in his pocket!
After a quick lunch poor husband was off again- work at neighbour´s son was not yet finished! When back hubby had coffee with me then was off once more- he did stay at son number two´s house, until the parents were back from parent´s evening in kindergarten. Cassian and Flavius got pizza for dinner. No, not selfmade, hubby picked one (or two) up in the only Italian restaurant in the village. The problem with hubby being mostly off is that I am bound to house and garden more or less. Good for doing more housework- yuck!) or work in the garden (yuck, again, too wet and cold). I am not one made for watching TV too long, even if the new TV is fabulous. So fabulous that I am in danger of getting seizures by the brightness of some colours. Especially the colour red...
So I went up to the bedroom, to read some fanfiction. I found out that not even qualitatively good fanfiction is beyond, at least, cute, flaws. "He willed his heart to stop beating (I think the author meant pounding so fast)." That´s a bit exaggerated, but what a way to go after having sex!
