And once again...

 ... there was a family invasion. This time I got really angry at hubby, because it had been his doing once again. It had been already decided that Wednesday after Easter the boys would do an overnight stay at our house, because their mum will have her vernisage in town and daddy will be at work. But hubby thought it'd best that we discuss the situation while having coffee and cookies. I thought it best to be left in peace, because I was tired, very much so. I had to get up early, had a very interesting search for Sunday's daily amidst a snow flurry, it took a long time to fall asleep when back home, because it was freezing cold in the bedroom and my idiotic self had already switched to summer bedspread. Alas, hubby won. And there's a new situation the week after the vernisage, when the boys' parents will go to Sellamse (Zell am See, favourite vacation spot for rich people from Arabic countries, sadly abandoned by them since the once orange menace started his next idiotic coup) for a revue. The outcome of the visit was a black eye for Cassian (he fell against the table) treated with ice and a salve for bruises, and a howling Flavius, who tried to obtain a black eye (wanted ice and salve, too) but did not succeed, and a mother, who went out into the garden thrice, because she did not understand why her fig trees did not survive the very cold winter. Well, maybe if her relatives would have sent the young trees earlier they might have had a chance, but they only came a week before the first, early cold spell. Family number two left at seven in the evening, that's pretty late for them. Of course, mummy will blame daylight saving time for the boys' hyperactivity. Not the bad weather, which was forcing the two rascals to stay inside most of the time. And there will not be any changes concerning weather during Holy Week, on the contrary, tomorrow the next cold wave will roll in. But it might get better- on Easter Sunday, when the holidays will be over...