Monday Is Back In Town.

The end of March is near...

I had forgotten about rain. More of a drizzle but continuous nonetheless. Not much of it had during winter but now I suppose it is good to soak a rather dry ground. The odd thunder keeps hovering in the distance and of course Mausi is acting like a scared little cat. On my lap.

This was supposed to be the week of Brexit but now it is more of a Nexit. Oh well, if it were up to me I would love everything to go back to normal. Britain staying put and people everywhere being nice to each other again. When did all this hostility start? Were we always so snippy with each other but managed to hide it better? But let's see what the future brings. Over 5 million signatures and about a million marchers should change the course of history.

Back here in gentle Eisenberg life goes on and blessedly on an even keel. Monday equates to a reset for a new week with the countdown to our Weinfrühling starting in earnest. First week in May isn't that far away. It really has become a permanent fixture and marker for the official opening of tourist season. Well, ours at least.

Mondays are disliked by the Boomtown Rats but you know, once Monday is done and dusted a glimpse of Friday isn't far off. Men, depending if they were henpecked by their other halves might be huge fans of Mondays and the chance to escape to work. No, no, not here in our house I hope but eh, one never knows! Anyway, Monday is almost done and dusted and the week that much easier to contemplate. So it isn't such a bad day after all...

Biggi