The hurricane crossing Europe yesterday (called Franz) didn't damage our house, we were lucky. The wind was blowing hard, Alex had a few problems on his way home by bike in the evening, and the rain hit the roof above my bed with a powerful rhythm. I liked sitting in my cozy bed below the storm reading best selling crime novel "Todeshauch" on Iceland by Arnaldur Indridason, and couldn't stop before the very last page. It was 3 am by then, and today I have to go to the doctors again in the morning. Not much sleep then.Anna woke me up with a lovely cup of coffee, nice to have such friendly children - and with a coffee machine as well! :)
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