From cold to cool to too warm

 We had 22 degrees in the afternoon- the only constant was the strong winds we still have. I spent a good part of the morning with body care then dusting (who the heck does open the kitchen windows, when dust, sand and pollen snow into the house with all that wind) then crocheting, before I went to my PC to finally answer some of the mails I got during the last days. Writing mails is definitely not my forte! Then I had to snip the ungodly amount of soup vegetables hubby had bought. Not my favourite job, but now we will have a base for soups and sauces for quite a while- hubby does vacuum-seal the vegetables then freeze them for later use. Afterwards I continiued with the shawl- I am at the crucial stage again- easy to crochet, but even easier to overlook stitches. The moment husband mine was off for Action market for luggage tags I climbed the exercise bike. Unfortunately suffering from a cold has definitely reduced my already limited fitness- I can do only half of the exercises, before I will fall off the bike. Takes me quite a while to recover my breath at the moment!
No cooking got done today, we only had cheesy toast and salad and a prolonged after-lunch nap. I got woken after two hour of peaceful sleeping by hubby turning the coffee maker on, then dressed for shopping a toy for Matthäus- did not get a fitting one. What I got was a free rat- during the Christmas season Peter the rat went into hiding- my guess is that one of the boys took him out of the cabinet to play with, Peter fell onto the carpet and got eaten by the vacuum cleaner. In the shop there was a rat-only wrapper, the character of Ron absent already. I asked a shop assistent if they did not have the complete set, which they had not. When I told her of the misising rat she took the tiny animal out of the box and gave it to me for free. Apparently no one wanted the rat without Ron, so they would have discarded the wrapper. Good for me! I also bought my monthly magazines and a new puzzle book. Daughter wants to come for a visit and spaghetti carbonara (the authentic ones) and lots of crossword puzzles. I already bought guanciale (cost me an arm and a leg, but is totally worth it), Parmesan and Pecorino. On the way home fatigue caught me again. I wish I´d be able to sleep more than two hours straight during night. I got out of the car, and it took only one look at the table under the kitchen window to notice that something was amiss- hubby had the order to bring the potted flowers to the cemetery. He thought the flowers looked a bit meagre, so he planted the hyacinths that decorated the table amidst the pansies and was off with the flower bowl. Now it´s the table which looks meagre...