A normal Saturday morning. The coffee is on the table, it smells of fresh bread.
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The world was fine for author Svea Ninke. But then her friend suddenly looked out the window ...
ER: (worried) We'll have to clean again ... Look, when the sun is shining you can hardly see the trees because of the gray.
SHE: (insulted) Did not bother you until yesterday.
ER: What does it mean ... that was not a reproach. We can also clean up together.
SHE: how together? You hold the bucket and I wriggle my arm while scrubbing?
ER: Nonsense, I'll do it. You are much smaller anyway.
SHE: That's not what it's all about. But you do not have to do a couple of doubles on three panes of glass. You pretend that we need to spit up the Versailles Hall of Mirrors.
ER: (annoyed) God, I did not say that. Besides, we have this puller in the car, with which it goes very fast ...
SHE: (emphasizes friendly) He has been completely upset for five years. If you did not notice ... And such a plastic slider makes stripes. With it you can shred your flycatch from your Volvo, here it brings nothing. Anyway, I do not feel like copying your rally stripes in the living room.
ER: Do not be so stubborn! I'm just suggesting how to do the easy.
YOU: Very easy ... You know that that will take hours again. YOU do not feel like cleaning the bathroom on Saturday.
ER: (louder) I would. But YOU always moan when I've missed some dust.
SHE: (outraged) That's not true! I think it's only better if everyone does what he is in a good mood. You are welcome to take away old paper and bottles, vacuum, get beds ...
ER: Are you crazy? I'll do it! Are we calculating now or what?
SHE: Who started the nagging?
ER: I just suggested cleaning the windows again!
SHE: Yes, just MAKE it, instead of playing the big Saubermann here!
ER: (pops the cup on the table and runs into the kitchen) NO PROBLEM, TREASURE. WILL BE DONE! (You hear: cabinet doors pop, water in the bucket, etc.)
SHE: Do you still have them all? We wanted to go to the Isar with Steffi and Rolf ...
ER: Go. I'll be back in 20 minutes.
SHE: (undecided) Hmm. Come on stop it. We go together and do that tomorrow.
Two Saturdays later at breakfast.
SHE: (looks out of the window) We'd really have to clean up again, sweetheart ...
