Where's my broom, said the witch

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As always around this time of the year I have the blues, because, let´s face it, autumn is banging on the door, and loudly so! I hate that season! To me autumn is worse than winter. It marks the beginning of decay, the prelude to days spent with artificial light, warm clothing and lots of stress workwise. So four days without internet and endless thunderstorms did not exactly lift my mood, thusly I packed my suitcase and drove to Vienna, accompanied by daughter mine aka orc in training. Son no.3 had kind of invited us to spend a few days there, to reacquaint ourselves with city life. The lad has been living in Vienna for three years now, and since he'll continue his studies elsewhere he is currently dissolving the household with the help of his girlfriend. Wonderful, he must have thought, mum's coming, let's see what she can do about the disaster! So when I parked my car in front of the house son was already waiting there, surrounded by a bunch of packing cases which he quickly loaded into my car, before I was able to protest. Afterwards he told me I had to drive the car back to the nearby parking garage where one could afford to pay the parking ticket, while parking in front of the house he lived in would cost about 30 Euro a day. I wondered if my car still would be fully laden when I´d come back to drive home. Four days in a parking garage without proper surveillance sometimes do wonders to the content of a car! Needless to say we did not see much of Vienna because of all the packing and dismantling of furniture and sweeping (hence the mention of the broom which played a big part in the drama the moment I was able to purchase one in the local super market, and no, I do not want to know how son has cleaned the floor during the three years spent in his flat, maybe he had a liaison with the janitor?) that had to be done, while son was off to his new place of study. My plan to drive back along the river Danube went blooey, because should a policeman set eyes on my car the journey back would have come to a sudden end. Or I even might have been hit to death by a piece of furniture when cruising around (totally not funny, son no.2´s best friend´s mother has been killed by her lawn mawer at a full braking, that damned thing broke her neck)! So we drove home one day early, in the dark of the night, using the freeway only, to avoid contact with our vigilante heroes of the streets. Hubby was not amused when he saw the amount of items in my car (and I haven´t told him yet that, come September, he´d have to fetch the rest of it). One of the reasons might be that hubby had begun to use our absent son´s room at home for the storing of guitars, computers and furniture son no.4. has evacuated to push on with the refurbishment of his own room! It can be said that our house is a mess right now, and for the first time I´m glad that I´ll leave for Florida in a week, though I still have to take orc in training and troll son with me!

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[katzastrophe.livejournal.com]

No broom? How odd for a boy! I always thought boys to be fond of those!

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Every boy loves his broom!