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On Easter Monday we went to visit Oma Gerti in Treuchtlingen for lunch. 

First time I'd eaten Falscher Hase - "fake rabbit". Delicious, but I prefer the real thing.

These occasions are always a bit testing for me, as 4 women from 3 generations shout at each other over the table. I just eat.

I got an exemption from traipsing round the town's "lovely" Easter market. They left the coffee cups and cake there in front of me. Some other kind of test, I suppose. They got Blipped.

Then over to nearby Gunzenhausen to visit friends who, in their early 40s and 60s respectively, decided to start a family. They have a pair of noisy, energetic boys (aged 3 & 2) to advance their old age quite rapidly.