Easter turned out to be unexpectedly a blessing for us, and was a great day. We both woke quite early and so decided to go to the Church service at Murau, our mother church. The service itself was very traditional (I’m being tactful here) despite really hard word being done by the Pastorin. To our surprise, she invited to lunch along with the other English family. We had a great time, great food, great chat, although mostly in English which always makes me feel a bit guilty. Is it a compliment that people here only speak to us in German?
Then we trundled home and then had an evening meal with the Lungau English gang, which was again a real blast. What a day!
Paggy is on the mend, just waiting for an all clear from the physiotherapist that he’s mobile enough to go home. He says he’ll discuss about the key when he comes home, but this time I wont let him evade it. He even talked Dave into buying him a beer and sneaking it into the ward for him – at the time it seemed funny, but now we’re both having kittens and dreading getting told off when we next visit.
It’s now like another start to the year, Pentecost and Spring to look forward to, so why am I yo-yoing between great joy and manic frustration?