When it rains, it pours

 There have been lots of small inconveniences during the last weeks, but today it turned to outright shitty, and it´s not because I did not get enough sleep or the like. It was cold, as always, it was rainy and dark, as always. The only good thing was that the puddles on the street got a bit smaller. In the late morning our postman arrived with a letter from our home insurance hubby had to sign. Insurance is cancelled, not a single hint of why. We had three claim reports, total amount of 1500 euro in the span of more than thirty years, the first fifteen years ago, the last three years ago. Hubby is livid, I am, too. Hubby wrote a return, now we are awaiting a listing of the damage cases. It´s not so easy to get a new insurance, when the old one has kicked you out. And if we get one, the monthly contribution will skyrocket. My guess is that the mess is caused by the municipality, who has put our area into the red zone, which is endangered by flooding. We also got notification that our gas heating will have to undergo another inspection in November- from once a year to twice now. Not funny at all!
Otherwise it was a bland day. Today´s wakening calls came at five thirty, when neighbour´s dog had been barking like mad, followed by Charlotte´s cries of distress at six (what does dog owner´s daughter in the garden at such an ungodly hour?) and concluded by Charlotte´s sister Konstanze at seven, as always. Half an hour later hubby and I were having breakfast. We really should invest in ear plugs!
The aircon in number four´s room does still rumble a lot on wet days, even when not turned on for weeks now. Hubby has been searching for the operating manual for hours- found three books, but none with a German instruction. So we will have to contact the company which did the installation, if they´re still alive and working. But the rumbling sound has woken us too often as of late, and putting grandsons into the room for an overnight stay is impossible at the moment. The two would have a nervous breakdown at sounds like these! Especially, since Cassian told me of the boys´ fear of bears their mother had instilled on them, when they were wandering Romanian forests- the family members had to sing all the time to prevent bears from sneaking up on them! What about staying on safe grounds?
So I watched hubby searching for a solution to the problems, did house work, had to cook (kritaraki with minced meat in lemon-jogurt sauce). Had no after-lunch nap but did a lengthy reading in bed then got up and cleaned the upper bathroom. Declared housework finished at five in the afternoon, when it was already quite dark outside. That does not bode well for the switch to standard time- I hate the early darkness, and believe me, I have tested it often enough with our offspring, when I picked number four and five up at school after PE on my way home from school. One week meagre daylight, the next week utter darkness...