As a child, Good Friday was the long Friday. A day of grey in mind and heart. The programs on TV were all in black & white with subtitles for the foreign language parts. I can recall fish for supper and no talking.
Saturday was for eggs. Painting. Cracking. Eggs filled with smaller eggs. Chocolate eggs. Feathers. I can recall supper and no talking.
Sunday was Saturday but shops were closed. Eggs. There was a church bell ringing, I think I went. I can recall meat for supper and no talking.
Monday was; came and went. Eggs. I cannot recall supper nor talking.
