Good gracious!

 For two days in a row I barely made it into my bed when hubby showed up, too. No Youtubing for me then, no Facebook, no nothing- I hate reading under-cover under a duvet as much as hubby hates me reading above the same. In the morning I wondered why husband mine did not leave for some shopping, as he does daily. He read on his tablet, and read some more, while I did a proper cleaning of the steam shower in the upper bathroom- quite the devil of a job, that thing is 140 centimetres translucent glass, two metres high. Oh well, let´s say it´s practically translucent again, there might some less shinier places I was not able to reach, not even with the help of the step stool. I noticed that hubby delivered some ear-shattering sneezing attacks, but only after his prolonged after-lunch nap I was aware that we have the most dangerous virus of all in our house- the man-flu! Now I can cope with the disease by bringing forward the box with Boxagrippal and simply ignore a whining husband, which also means that I have to share couch and TV room with a I-am-on-the-brink-of-dying man, who can´t do anything save for drinking tea eating regular meals and get up occasionally to use the loo. But the worst part is that after two or three days of almost dying hubby will be back to his usual self, while it will be I then who has a cold. Not that this is allowed to interfere with my cooking or other duties, heaven forbid! And now that it´s almost Christmas I can already see my poor self sporting a red nose like Rudolph while preparing the Christmas buffet!
BTW, number one decided upon the 24th for a clashing meeting of families. Later in the evening his mother-in-law will sail in for an overnight stay and next-day cooking, because DiL 1 is heavily pregnant and can´t cook not that she ever does so. Now I wonder what sins I must have committed, since I got a mother unable to cook something edible, a father and quite a lot of children who were always hungry and a husband who spent the mornings of holidays in church for concerts- while my idiotic me did cook all morning long. Not that I ever wanted my MiL, a strong advocate of Jehovah´s witnesses, in our house to cook Christmas dinner, when there´s no room for Christmas in their religion! So full house on Tuesday, four people less on Wednesday. I´d have preferred it the other way round, when on Christmas Day all children had their presents and calmed down.
The meeting with daughter´s godmother was fun. I drank a bottle of mineral water, she drank a bottle of prosecco, we both had a shot glass of Zirbengeist, all that while gossipping and listening to Stubenmusik. At nine I went home, poured me a glass of red wine, watched TV for half an hour then went to bed. The night got spent with frequent walks to the loo- no way that so much mineral water was to stay in my poor, old bladder!