Back to my safe house?

Do you ever have the feeling that someone up(yes, I know, I am not religious, but there must be someone to blame for the bad that happens to you)is trying to find out where your upper boarder of stress is? Well, let´s just summarize my day..one fine for bad parking that might will have to be paid, one car almost demaged by falling traffic sign, three hours in one car spent with three girls shouting turn left when you actually should turn right, three hours of driving in the traffic jam in complete dark, scatters of rain and Kyrill in your back. Well, I should not forget the trees falling on the road that just by coincidence did not kill us. No wonder that after that, when you arrive home you expect an oasis of peace and relax. But no way. You just discover that the old house you are living in is even more unsafe than a car. The walls are shaking, the chimney is whisteling, even the furniture is moving and the lamps are flashing. The news about roof that just flew away in Amsterdam´s trainstation doesn´t bring you more confidence. Even the internet does not work well since the electricity is quite unreliable tonight. And then you realize how actually wonderful it would be if the power really stopped working..you would just sit in a dark, listen to the wind trying to blow away your little attic room, without being disturbed by the sounds of your instant messengers and friends trying to reach you online and every minute checking the news and mails. And then I decided why not to do it. So I am really looking forward to having my little blindman´s holiday this night. Good night and sleep well:-)