Excuses

Relativity dictates that, like a strange syrup,
time flows slower on moving trains than in the
stations and faster in the mountains than in the valleys.

I may be up in the mountains but I swear I'm still running on valley-time. I really didn't notice four weeks going by. They must have sneaked past while I was planning lessons, or attempting to decipher flatmates' dialect, or cycling around in a sunny daze.

Anyway, blogging was promised. Feeling a huge weight of responsibility now, and somewhat confused as to what I am actually going to write about. Shall try picturing this as a philanthropic work, an act of charity towards all those of my aquaintance who need an occasional excuse for procrastination.

Perhaps I can concoct a better reason. If I'm here for Austrians as a window onto England, maybe I can do the same in reverse for anyone curious back in Britain. If that's you, heads' up - both windows are likely to be dangerously narrow. I'm just getting a snapshot - please don't judge the whole house by the living-room wallpaper, especially when the camera is often in dodgy light and has an irritatingly insistent tendency to try and photograph itself...

I won't attempt to catch up the last few weeks. But I will attempt to be reasonably regular. Come one, come all, learn a little about Austria...