Some Jobs Are Hard

I had the day off yesterday, slept in till 06:30, tidied up, vacuumed, recycled ("watched" Quincy whilst doing the first two) and then...
A very late brekkie at 09:00.
Bread, butter... BOING.
Really, knive, with butter you give up?!
OK, three knives left. Let´s see how far we come with buttering, huh?

I went to Bad Harzburg to get something explained by my agent, re-parked the car three times for that, too - the staff is friendly but unable to explain directions. Women, huh, me included, LOL!

The bread I´d made for lunch was neatly sitting in our fridge, btw.
An un-yummy dinner, hence (really... it´s cold, I´d liked something warm but am too frugal to throw away food!).

So I arrived with an empty stomach in hospital Hildesheim and later "had to" go for an unhealthy cheese-bacon-croissant (no, I didn´t forget my lunch on purpose!).

Everybody is real nice in that clinic.
I went to the service point asking which room M. K. is.
- M. K...? I have an M. L. K.
- L. only when she´s not nice.
- :-)

I know, diabetes is not such a big deal these days, but, alas, still sad Niece gets to cope with it.
They got a cute name for the pink pump they use for her, but Wee One was occupying me so much I didn´t really get it.

Wee One made a huge jump concerning language, it´s plain amazing, I mean... it´s been just a week!
She wanted to see my 3-d-Braunschweig-ring and commented it mostly right, Henry being a "wau-wau", but what the heck, very close!
She had four play-horses, one really small, I said, oh, a pony.
She called it pony from that on, clever girl, no repetition needed!

After all the learning (parents-wise) we went for a walk (full pics again here).

Niece was exhausted and all, in a bad mood, I do understand, who wouldn´t...

Let´s hope she can come home after the weekend and learn to handle the sickness, I´m positive she will.

Came hope without incident, no traffic jam and no parking, gahhhhh.
When I came home by foot... a car-driver left around the corner. Murphy!!

Addendum:
Hehe, Wee One wanted me to carry her.
And said cold hands, which I reported to Daddy.
Right hand: Warm.
Other?
Shakes her head. Warm, too.
Mine?!!!
JA!
True, too.
She feels that through all the clothes PLUS diaper!