Cold, but dry

 Instead of staying inside to avoid the cold today´s agenda for hubby was doing work outside- clean the dustbin (who cares if it´s a bit dirty), the organic waste bin and the entrance area. He even braved the four degrees to get to the cemetery and pick up the big planter he was supposed to bring to our house more than a month ago, when the pansies had not yet given up on flowering, while I did my daily exercises. So now there´s the planter filled with fresh flower soil but no flowers to plant. I will have to buy new ones tomorrow, after searching the shops for dyed Easter eggs- not so easy to get to a reasonable price this year. No way I will do the dying myself, now that I have neatly cleaned the kitchen with the steam cleaner. The surfaces at least, inside the cupboards there´s still room for improvement. So eggs then plants then planting it is, so that husband mine can switch from housework (such as dragging heavy planters across the cemetery) to personal chores like going to the hairdresser or to the outlet centre for new clothes- the polos and trousers he found in his wardrobe are no more to his liking. He wants to cut a fine figure when in Amsterdam! My hope is that hubby has not caught a cold when in the cold. A sneezing hubby in a plane- oh, dear God! An emergency landing cannot be ruled out, because hubby´s sneezing sounds like a bomb exploding. Neighbour´s three houses afar will shout bless you when they hear the specific sound!
My peaceful Easter got killed this morning- all of a sudden family number three decided to come for the holidays, when the house is already full with guests. Means that number four and five might decide to not come, because they cannot stand the hubbub. Family number two will be here but will have to do more cooking, as have I. And our neighbours will be delighted, when children like Elsa and Matthäus will be let into the garden for egg hunt at six in the morning and get a repeat, when Cassian and Flavius will arrive and Elsa will be out with them to help them search their ggs and presents. To fill the cup to the brim the family will stay one day longer than expected, to make sound use of Hotel Mama. Mama is tempted to pack a suitcase and check out for some spa days as an alternative Easter programme, but papa does not let her do so. That´s vile, vile, vile...