I am back home with lots of love materialized in jam pots, biscuits and leftovers from mum´s generous kitchen. Though almost an old maid I guess I will forever remain the little girl, and when it comes to goodies for the dark examination period I don´t mind. At all.
Christmas is over - which I also don´t mind.
Speaking of mind - I have enjoyed a kind of peace here.
Breathing is a very recommendable feature of my christmas survival capacity.
So are kids, a moment of solitude as everybody is off to church, a run in the woods and J.S Bach.
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