Strange nights, good news...

 There´s one thing I do not tolerate well- it´s not being able to fall asleep after a tour de loo. Even worse is when hubby, too, suffers from insomnia, because it feels as if I have a huge wind wheel next to me- better duck away before I get hit! So I moved towards the end of my side of the bed and took my tablet PC to plunge into the wonderful world of fanfiction once again, safely hidden under the duvet, of course. One never knows which gems will show up. Today´s must have been written by a hormonal overwhelmed teenage girl. Every two paragraphs the whole bunch of participants showed up in name, which is so much fun because there had been really many of them. It was like Barbie meets Ken meets Skipper meets Marge and so on. And, as I said, every second paragraph in my judgement. Only the places and the things they did or ate did differ. In the third chapter the young lady had dumped all males into a relationship, like it or not. At that point I was already laughing hysterically. Of course, there had some expert sex scenes been inserted, which made me laugh even louder. When the main protagonist enwrapped himself in his autumnal clock (maybe folding the clock hands over his breast) I went off like a banshee. Hubby confiscated my tablet PC then to prevent more hysterical outbreak. Oh dear! On the one hand it´s okay that teenagers put their energy in writing such epic pieces of fanfiction (and not unload their hormonal frustration upon their poor parents)- but there are more or less sane people outside their love-driven sphere (like me) who inadvertently tumble into this chaotic world of emotions, and who might die because of laughing too long and too hard! Couldn´t AO3 rate those exceptional pieces as explicit but immature? Pretty please! hubby would very much appreciate this, I maybe not so, because I love a good laugh around three in the morning!
Otherwise the day was quite uneventful- I did a trip to the shopping centre, got my wool, got all the shampoo and conditioner and whatelse daughter had ordered, found the energy drinks number one loves at half price, paid 149 éuro then drove back home to do the potato soup husband had forgotten to cook. Hubby was off to sister´s flat this time- the last wardrobes and the sofa will get fetched in the evening, before the new old ones will arrive. Oh what fun to do a relocation! Niece´s piano in Munich still hasn´t found a new owner- time is getting short, the moving date is near! I already dread it- poor hubby will be thoroughly exhausted after all that hassle!
News from number three (the one whose house got flooded): disaster fund will cover a big part of the damage, the rest comes from anonymous donors and friends. Hubby´s car can come back home, both son and DiL bought new old cars already. I am so happy now that I might soon be able to get my life back!