Too bad, that a half of my regular days here, at my dad's, was lost in translation. In the end, the original was so bad that I sent it back and now I do not have to do it. So first in a day I am doing some work while the little guy is assisting his děda (granddad) with various stuff: repairing a bicycle, shopping and cooking, picking currants, making a marmelade. In the afternoon we go to the river, hang out and chit chat. I am worried about my work because it might come to an end (for a number of reasons). Other than that the days are beautiful. We expect doing mushroom picking and driving a car and going to a museum.