Ekaterini. Marija Knezevic

      ‘Whoever comes along, dear wife, will be welcome and can eat and drink his fill!’

      Ekaterini felt that if she survived the preparations for St Nicholas Day she’d be entitled to beatification herself. ‘My husband is a bit crazy –,’ she grumbled in Greek, there’s a war going on, and he brings cartloads of food and drink to ply people with. And who’s going to prepare it all? Why do people eat so much? Did I get married just so as to cook?