Michaela had sent me a text telling me we started at 8 and I was to drive myself. I got the idea she was a bit cross, so asked her – she said she was ‘Stink sour’ (translation) so I got the point! Funny thing was once I knew what my reception was going to be I was immediately calm, and slept well for the first time it ages. My brother’s comment on the blog made also a lot of sense -thanks Hugh!
On arriving at t’Burg with a few butterflies, we ignored each other during breakfast and went up the tower. Once in a room I said we can work like this all day but I think we need to talk. And we did, and I think we eventually got each other’s point of view. Hers was that I should have told them earlier that I couldn’t stay, fair point, but I genuinely felt that we would finish near or on time. She said she had tried to warn us in the morning. Again my lack of understanding of dialect doesn’t help! She had realised I was keeping my distance and I explained why and she softened. I apologised, saying I had lost the plot and she accepted. She said she had spent the weekend boiling at 500 degrees! She’s also mad at Helmuth, who as I expected ducked even discussing the issue with her. By the end of the day we were on good terms again, though I expect deep down she still hates my guts! When I said I had my notice to give in to Helmuth, she please don’t , I can’t work everyday till the end if the season. We also sort of arranged that I will do bins and loos on Friday when Erna is next there – that’s going to be another interesting one! Still I have found peace and will stay at the Burg till the end of the season. Whether I;m under attack or just a prat, I still don’t know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!