She's here...

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 ..and I am dead beat- after only a few hours. That girl is a living disaster. Lunch alone wss a challenge, and only her father- strict for once- made her eat her a tiny helping of frittatensuppe and one omelette with jam. Tomorrow she wants lasagne with red sauce only. And a toast with processed cheese of a local brand which isn't sold here for dinner. And that girl is loud, so very loud! I think I might go mad soon! The funny thinh is that our number four decided to leave not today but tomorrow at lunch time. He played a lot with Elsa. For example- football in the house with a soft ball is fun, even though coffee cups will topple over when hit. I brought number three to the train station, turned the TV on for Elsa, prepared bacon sandwiches for granddaughter and hubby then sat down to get some quiet. Forget about it- that girl won't stop talking and singing. At seven, when hubby's TV programme for retired people (that's what I call it) started, I did reading exercises with Elsa, practised her recorder homework, sent her to the bathroom to brush her teeth and dress for night. She insisted on inventing a fairytale before going to bed- with me, of course. Hubby is definitely not suitable for fairytales!