Ostern in Germany with a little family

Opa couldn’t make it, so it was just the four of us for a five-day weekend – Easter, or Ostern as the Germans call it. You heard that right. Five whole days with my family, and? No-one has any scars, we didn’t have to go to the emergency room. We’re well fed and generally happy, but here’s just one thing: my dad used to say he couldn’t wait for Monday morning when he could go back to the office and relax. Do I feel that these days. Onward and upward, yeah? Onward and upward.