Poor hubby!

 Today was definitely not his day. First my lungs decided that the cough-blocking syrup had quit working and tried to get out what the syrup had kept inside, then my sinuses did the same, which ended with an endless stream of coughing and nose-blowing and a fairly irate husband who wanted to go back to sleep. At least, the headache was gone then! Then hubby hung the washing out on the terrace, which ended in the drying rack being blown down onto the lawn- four times at that, but hubby is persistent and a tad too optimistic, thinking that at one point the wind would give up. Well, it didn´t! Husband´s daily cycling tour had to be cancelled also- it simply was too cold and windy, and he did not want to risk catching a cold, when he will listen to two concerts in Amsterdam. People with cough are not wanted in a concert hall! In the afternoon hubby dragged the wheelie bin to the main street and promptly ran into the one neighbour who tried to enter our house two days ago. Her visit then had had a reason- she needed husband mine to do janitor repair work. Her water pump in the cellar does not work anymore and she is no more able to do her washing. But before he went to work hubby had to drive to the DIY market (by car) to buy a new door stopper for our terrace door. We found Schnuckele happily wandering around in the house, after hubby had went outside to lift the drying rack back onto the terrace and the wind blew the door open. That cat is experienced in sneaking into the house and hide for a while, before the little tuxedo will start exploring, and often enough we will find her dozing in places she is not allowed to doze, like the marital bed. With the new door stopper neither cat nor wind will be able to push the door open anymore. Hubby did not need much time to realise that there was no possibility to repair a pump that had died- poor neighbour will have to buy a new one. Installation will get done by hubby, of course, and neighbour will recompense him by giving him a crate of beer he won´t drink because of gout.
Daughter had wanted to leave after breakfast but stayed for lunch she helped me cook- strudel filled with minced meat and champignons (properly roasted without oil, to get the best flavour, a cooking method husband mine always ignores). Hubby contributed what he does best- green salad. Only that he used too much of salt and not enough vinegar, which got him a hefty rebuke by daughter mine because of the harmfulness of too much salt. Husband also smashed the sugar caster, when he found an ant parading on the shelf, an ant followed by another and another. The hunt was on, daughter operating the insect spray, hubby the kitchen roll to squish as many ants as possible. Same procedure as every year, that´s what you get when you live in a rural area! Daughter missed the bus she intended to take, but it was worth it- we found the place the ants used for invasion and put an ant trap there. When daughter finally left her backpack was full to the brim with groceries hubby had given her, so no wonder that her bank account is nicely filled- she won´t have to shop for groceries the next days! Now I wonder when I made the wrong turn- my mother had a fairly high pension, but often let me pay for her expenses. Should I try the same thing with dearest daughter mine? I think I´d quickly meet with a rebuff...