The lack of mice is hard for the cat, but good for people.

Dec 6.

awake in an inner darkness, to the sound of the son excite by-. His choir concert is on today, he has his white shirt on already. Full of life and excitement, as young logs should be. Hear him say that he has made breakfast coffee already, and hear a voice in this darkness say that this is fantastic. His fathers voice.

This cup to start the day. Then go up the stairs to the workroom and find the Nikolaus' day present for the wife. Two Santa claws hats, red with white tassels, one to hold the wife's present, and one to hold that of the son.

Put a hat over the present, leave it on the table. And put a hat over the other present.

Son comes out, takes up both hats, and scatters

the presents. 

Says oh! I and he bring' s the wife her thing, a sport's watch, for the woman who has everything and

an old mobile telephone for the son, better than the one he has, but a long way away from the most modern model. He is very happy, starts work at once, reprogramming.

Roll over, steve. That was not the way that it was planned. But so what, the functionality is the same.

The wife is back in bed, she is unwell. And the son makes his breakfast.

The cat goes into a sort of a hunter mode, ambushing passing legs, chasing

imaginary enemies. Hunting, satisfying it's instinct.

The lack of mice is hard for the cat, but good for people.

Now before the son's school concert, christmas music, tidy up things just a little. Write the blog, but this leads to nothing as constant  availability is required by the family at all times in the house. The peace to switch off the surroundings is not here.

And yet this is home, and it is more home than the majority of the world population have.