Selling Fish

I was tired today. (Before the Diva's gig we went to the birthday party of our neighbor yesterday....) Early in the morning Igor returned from Krasnoyarsk. At 1 p.m. the kids and me had a mini-rehearsal for the Christmas play. After that they were playing in- and outside until we all felt cold.


Bought a nice cake in honest to Igor's coming home, and as didn't have one for quite a while. On the street not far from the nearest metro station a woman was selling fish, herring. You could smell it some hundred meters before and after....

It was snowing again in the morning but it's still too warm, so now it became grey and wet outside again.

O MY GOD, it's no. 300!!!!! I didn't recognize. And then suddenly there was this red balloon.