There are disasters, We all know that.
There is such and such, and everything can be managed anywhere, but shit only when they appear concentrated.
The chaos of life of our family, once again brought to a point.
Weeks of excitement before Ralf's fortieth birthday. Everything was organized, structured, was freezing ass (you remember: Build all-zero temperatures, beverage supplier is late, four hours in bitter cold, and it honestly took another four hours until my lower extremities, back in the living room thawed !)
far, so good.
In the night I grope towards the toilet, because keeps me on my mother-in: the furnace is broken. Like now, broken?
I look pure, and gentle trickle of water pours over the flames. The outer wall of the environmental pump is broken, and so cheerful a flowing - thinner - water jet further into the furnace. And how you mend the walls of an oven? Welding is in stone somewhere, so not advisable, unintelligent and rather ineffective.
matter, a solution can be found safe. I returned to bed, sleep, rest, tomorrow is a stressful day. If time will tell, will attack.
would I probably better not to think.
hubby is at some point in the morning, a "this may well not be true!" And I am wide awake again. Seconds later the bedroom door was flung open, and says a grave voice: "We have five centimeters of fresh snow"
Thank God we have built the booth for the pork to be grilled yesterday. Outside, it looks like in a Christmas picture book. Really nice, but I wish the snow to where the pepper grows. Or even further, preferably to the moon. But because he disturbs no, right?
Great discussion in the kitchen, as you might well mend the leak in the furnace. The phone rings.
I look at the screen suspiciously. No number appears, but I assume that ran anyway. It is Loni, the landlord of our party rooms.
"We have a problem."
Not again! I fight here, still with the problems that has brought this day already!
"The heating is not," she says plaintively. "I tried everything but the radiator does not get warm! And Ullrich does not answer, only the answering machine "(Ullrich is their heating installer)
Ralf comes in, looks at me. I look back and hand him the phone without saying a word.
Remember, yesterday I've been frozen at the waiting on the beverage suppliers the ass. Oh great. Klapper party.
re-organized much discussion, radiators and heater fan, Ralf heats go to the hut to get warm.
It is 12:00 clock. High Noon. The Schweinebrater
appears, with pork, barbecue and Accessories. A sigh of relief - finally something is smooth. I see my husband and our grill master and then move from breathing through strongly again.
Then I stand before my food processor and put the ingredients into it for my Chimichuri. Press a button and - nothing.
No! No, this is not true! Crappy technology!!
Even as I explore my machine is a tractor - more specifically, our tractor - gebrettert to the yard, and my husband crashed to the kitchen.
"Now, we have a huge problem, "he said.
I'm ready to keep my head in the oven. Pretty hot, but at least with a light sprinkling again.
"What?" I groan.
"Power!"
"What?"
"The barbecue takes power," Ralf is plucked, the short hair. "And Loni has no connection for them!"
I wonder if it is the right time to tell him that my food processor also does not want and move it discreetly to the rear.
"We need a generator!" The husband yells gods now, he is at the end of his nerves.
Me too.
Good thing the fire department has something and we able to get a generator borrowed. As you can see again, why is such a good phone!
While the tractor back from there, buzzing around the unit to organize I manage to trick seventeen, bring the food processor going. A screw is rotated into the plastic, and it works again. Not quite fine, but as long as it goes, who cares then?
The Moppel - ie power generator from the fire department - the way, was still taken in time, the pig turned, and all were satisfied.
The party was also very nice, not least because the heating then against sechzehn clock will still work.
As Chris, our Schweinebrater said - a catastrophe is a catastrophe that can not be solved in time. Just in time to the party everything was done.
Invocat Farplane Abyss!
