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noadvertising In the times of corona parents taught their offspring how to sneeze or cough without endangering those around them. The precaution must have completely passed family number three, because the children as well as their parents spread their germs generously, always leaving out the elbow trick. This morning at four I woke because of a really weird dream, and because I had to do a tour to the loo. But mostly, because my throat was burning. The germ spreaders have been successful, I should write them a thank-you card. Needless to say that I did not fall asleep easily afterwards, throtteling this bunch of idiots who gave me their cold in my mind. That´s by worst the most careless and ruthless family I have come to know. Not even my pleas did any good. I dread to think that they plan another visit at the end of November, and that they will be here for Christmas this year. Maybe I will decorate my private Christmas tree in the studio and charter a cook for Christmassy dinners, might be better for my health. The weird dreams I had did not make me feel any better- first I dreamed that our neighbour, the one with the cancer, had died. Well, it is a distinct possibility that this will happen any time soon- she has been brought to the hospital by helicopter three weeks ago, spent two weeks in the main hospital in Salzburg then got brought to a local one nearby. This does not mean that I want to dream this occurance twice- same topic, same people (me and daughter´s godmother), different locations. My next dream was so bizarre that I won´t retell it, but it involved an Austrian ski racer (female but looking a bit manly and secretly married to a woman) and her cat, which turned into a girl the moment she was with her mother. Yay, an animagus, forced by the coach, who had forbidden same-gender marriages among the racers. I must have read too many articles about the topic lately...
Needless to say that I spent most of the day sulking along and resting- in bed, on my recliner, on the sofa, covered by a blanket, because the house felt cold though it wasn´t. At some point I remembered that I had a new box of Boxagrippal in my drawer- my mind is a vast desert a times. Had I taken the pills sooner I would have felt better during day. Not that I would have dragged the darn lemon trees into the house by myself (too big, too heavy) because hubby was off all morning long, grocery shopping (two items), picking DiL2 and grandsons up at the trainstation and bringing them home (yay, they are back, double yay, they will be in school and kindergarten from tomorrow on). No cooking got done, we had leftovers aplenty, because neither Elsa nor Matthäus ate the Grammelknödel hubby had warmed. I had to make Topfenknödel for them, which they loved. Their mother not so much, because the rascals thought them way better than the ones she does. I told her to mix a slice of soft butter into the dough, which will enhance the taste, that´s all.
And finally, in the late afternoon, Charlotte and Konstanze returned from vacation. Girls are back, dog is back, what more could one want? You could also say the Huns are back- the two put an end to the row of quiet days we had during autumn holidays. I already dread tomorrow morning, when Charlotte´s cries of distress will wake us again...
Hubby has already removed most of the Halloween decoration, but I managed to take some pictures of the entrance area. Now you know whereto those knitted pumpkins went!
Needless to say that I spent most of the day sulking along and resting- in bed, on my recliner, on the sofa, covered by a blanket, because the house felt cold though it wasn´t. At some point I remembered that I had a new box of Boxagrippal in my drawer- my mind is a vast desert a times. Had I taken the pills sooner I would have felt better during day. Not that I would have dragged the darn lemon trees into the house by myself (too big, too heavy) because hubby was off all morning long, grocery shopping (two items), picking DiL2 and grandsons up at the trainstation and bringing them home (yay, they are back, double yay, they will be in school and kindergarten from tomorrow on). No cooking got done, we had leftovers aplenty, because neither Elsa nor Matthäus ate the Grammelknödel hubby had warmed. I had to make Topfenknödel for them, which they loved. Their mother not so much, because the rascals thought them way better than the ones she does. I told her to mix a slice of soft butter into the dough, which will enhance the taste, that´s all.
And finally, in the late afternoon, Charlotte and Konstanze returned from vacation. Girls are back, dog is back, what more could one want? You could also say the Huns are back- the two put an end to the row of quiet days we had during autumn holidays. I already dread tomorrow morning, when Charlotte´s cries of distress will wake us again...
Hubby has already removed most of the Halloween decoration, but I managed to take some pictures of the entrance area. Now you know whereto those knitted pumpkins went!
