I live on my own and I like it that way , most of the time.
I enjoy my own company and can go through long periods of being a hermit.
Occasionally I travel and live intensively
Sometimes people come to stay and join me in my creative chaos.
I love having people to stay
A lot depends on who it is.
I've been very fortunate with my houseguests , I must say .
When Cyril ( U.K ) and Izah ( Singapore ) were here , We met up with A-S in town and then all came back here for dinner. A-S stayed over so there were bodies all over the place. Next morning TS came for brunch and the party continued into the evening.We had great fun,Cyril and Izah were the first of my internet friends.
We were joking before they arrived. How will we recognise eachother ? What if I take a couple of refugees home with me by mistake .
No ,everything worked out fine.
The only challening visit was from a friend of mine and his family. I knew AK very well , but had only met his wife and children once before and received a bit of a cool reception from his wife . Anyway , they were visiting Sweden , travelling around. I told AK straight.I am not good with families ( 3 WILD KIDS , btw ) They understood and chose camping sites. We met up in town and had a nice day together and then they went off to Gotland.
On the way back, I invited them to breakfast. They would be arriving aroun 5am south of Stockholm and woould be at my place around 8, after which they had several hours to kill before their flight.
Well . I got up too at the crack of dawn baked bread and cooked a real fry up breafast ( minus meat ) but otherwise put all sorts of goodies on the table.
Family arrives.Mum and Dad looked like death warmed up.Tired and at the end of their teather, Children wild. Two teenagers squabbling and little wild man , about 4 or 5 yrs old, hyper hyper.
During breakfast peace and quiet and then the rumpus began. Little wild man disappeared with his sister and was quiet for a moment too. Silence for too long - not a good sign. Suddenly little wild man returned stark naked painted over face and body with permanent markers doing wild dance over the furniture.
Mum and dad look on in disbelief ! Drained.
Then mira steps in , grabs little naked man , holds him squirming and writhing , looks him straight in the eye and says seriously
" Now look here .. this is Big Mamma talking."
I don't remember what big Mama said , but it seemed to work.
Little wild man was stunned and released his grip of my breast ( I had finger print bruises to show lol )
Peace reigned for a while .
Then we went to the park
then they went home.
I still have the little wild man's tuquoise briefs that had somehow got left behind.
So. my dear friends, adults are fine ,
Little wild people are less fine.. but we have ways and means of coping ! hehe 
