I’ve just found this post, three months after we left Austria, just shows the stress we were under as I forgot all about it.
Having been in lockdown for a while (!) and a hard winter, we haven’t seen many people. But as the word gets around we are going, people, when they meet me, they say how sorry they are that we’re going. But when have we ever met, except to pass the time? Others say we’ll meet for a coffee before we go, and okay, time has run away with us, but I get the idea, some don’t mean it, they’re being polite. Others, I will miss and will have a tear before we go. The other day, I had this best ever farewell conversation. It was with the farmer who has supplied us with firewood for the past fourteen years.
‘Hey, so you’re still here?’ he smiled.
‘Yes, but we’re going next Friday.’
‘What, so soon?’
‘Yes, we have to go when we can get the lorry to come here.’
‘Ah, well, we’ll see each other again in heaven!’
Perfect way to say goodbye!