Gah, so dead!

The chiropodist lady was here today and managed to talk without a break three hours long. I strongly suspect that she doesn't need to breathe... or she does it through her ears or whatnot. I do know that our body does breathe through the skin pores to a certain level, which is why wrapping someone tightly in cling film can cause suffocation (saw that on the telly at one point), but I never thought it wold be enough for three entire hours! Poor Mum always gets a raging head-ache after these appointments, and today was no exception.

I escaped a good half of it as I was giving a recipe "Dominosteine für Dummies" a try, with the usual results of producing something that is ugly but yummy. Still better than the other way round, right? Still, it was a struggle because the recipe didn't really work, and I had to improvise a trifle to save the things that didn't work as expected, so I spent at least three times as long in the kitchen as planned. Accordingly, I was pretty useless for the rest of the day. Still am, in fact.

I've just realized how utterly boring my entries have been for the last two or three years or so. I have nothing else to report just what we ate, when we cleaned the dratted flat and how I was heroically trying to do something else than the slave labour otherwise known as the housework. I'm really yearning for just a single day off when I could leave the house for just the fun of it, not because I have to go food-shopping. All right, there is choir practice, but that's a fixed thing, too, regardless of how much I actually enjoy it.

I think I'm ripe for a vacation. Even if it would only last one day. But there's no way I'd be willing to leave Mum alone, not even for a day - I wouldn't have a moment of peace, worrying about her all the time. And there's no-one who'd take over for a day. No-one that I'd entrust her to, that is.