It’s Hannukah, so the kids are on vacations and doing their usual thing.  One of my granddaughters was using her time today to do a film for school and needed a grandmother for a short scene.  So I found myself in the morning at an empty room in an old age home playing the role of grandmother alive and dead.   When my little role was finished, I went to do some chores in the mall, and – not surprisingly – was captured by the Lancome team in the pharmacy.  Turns out I have been their customer for 15 years and it is now sale time.  But in the middle of the makeover, the sirens began, accompanied by warnings for customers to make their way to the underground garage.  I was brought into the safe room of the pharmacy and found myself facing the pharmacists. “Who’s watching the store?” the manager was asked. “Nobody steals during a siren,” she answered, but we didn’t wait the required ten minutes to leave.  Of course, after the shock of the numerous sirens, I was ready to buy out the whole shelf of make-up.  Luckily Ezi came to help me carry my loot, and was happy to take me out to lunch.  But the restaurant was so crowded, there was no chance in the mall, and I suggested a place that was open to the air, where, I assumed, people might be reluctant to go after an attack of seven rockets on Tel Aviv.  There we managed to find a table for two, and were given discounts on the beer.

Now I’m ready to get to work.