Still tired, but busy

 What is it with me being awake from five thirty on each morning? Once again I got up early (six thirty), braved the cool temperatures in the living room (heating gets turned off during night and powers up at six only, because we do not find the right mix radiators- underfloor heating and woke to 24 degrees in the bedroom more than once. I prepared breakfast, took a fright at finding a not exactly tiny beetle on the dining table, which took off when I tried to catch it. Buggy must have come into the house by fir twigs and is terrorising us since then. Hubby went hunting with bug spray, but in the early evening it was still alive and flying along. After a quick shower after breakfast I dressed for a shopping tour to Aldi, only to realise that half of the things I needed for baking were sold out, and those in stock were the ones which are pricier than at the other side of the border. Half of Salzburg must have done shopping at Aldi- no eggs, no almonds, no marzipan, even the powdered sugar was sold out. They still had cocoa, walnuts and hazelnuts, all pricier than at Hofer. So back to Hofer it was, to get the rest of baking ingredients. Brought the groceries home then left in search of green blankets for the sofa on the terrace. Why do they sell red ones but not a single one in green? Have been to three shops, no success. Lunch came out of the tin- cassoulet with duck. We had been given the tin by Florence for cat sitting while she was in Paris, I had given it a wide berth for almost a year, because I do not love duck. What shall I say? It was very good, a sure sign the French can cook. In the afternoon I coloured seven more tiny brooms then threaded them together with the other 24 on golden strings. Tomorrow those will go onto the artificial Christmas tree in the conservatory, together with flying keys and golden angel hair. Still neither hide nor hair of my lay figures I wanted to dress for Christmas- I have gone through all drawers at least twice and opened each and every box. Nada. Maybe they emigrated when I carted the scaffold to DiL, because they thought they were no more needed. In the late afternoon I finally knew how to decorate the ugly rose arch in the front garden- only a few red baubles but lots of bird feed. I dressed for going out again and drove to Fressnapf. Spent more than 30 euros for fat balls and the like, so this better look good! At least the rose arch will be a place where the cats won't find a way up! After so much excitement I was really tired, especially after having missed the daily after-lunch nap. I told hubby not to wake me should I fall asleep when reading in the bedroom. Went upstairs, turned my mobile on, wrote this entry, heard the doorbell- and in came one of the neighbours for a visit... So much for catching up on sleep!