re-settled in Hungary from Rochdale, Lancs, England, and into a little village, doing a bit of greenish farming hoping for a quiet life... but stuff just happens...
mild, bit cloudy, all is well. Walked to shop, about twenty people waiting patiently for shopkeepers, who were supposed to open 20 minutes before. I just walked home - it is just the pre-breakfast exercise, with only soda water as the alibi buy - annoying this taking people for shit. anyway, yesterday had lovely afternoon in Pusztakisfalu, and Alan was promised a passage on a 12 meter sailsboat from Holland to Denmark, by some Dutch people we met who also have house in Pusztakisfalu. So he is a happy one. The music was nice in the tiny church, then the mulling about with cakes and wine among the trees in the village green. back here, I think it'll be veggie curry today - turned out dhal-ish, rather good, if unusual. Magdi salvaged more walnuts from the mess of the stables, (that now looks better than ever) she's fantastic. I might be shelling an other lot. Hm - could do it outside... (did tons.) oh, and about a hundred classic Mercedes cars passed our house in a leasurely pace with about half a km or more between them, as part of some sort of old-merc-club countrywide caravan, touching only chosen pretty places like ours. I forsaken lovely sharon-camera lately, as mobile so handy, even if the quality sucks. photos all were made in Pusztakisfalu.
(last Saturdays) Alan will be home alone from 4, as this year the women's they do is exclusive and quizless, which makes it less tedious, so I'll show my face. Besides, we get flowers!! (sort of compensation in ex-soc countries for not being equal...) I hope Erzsi comes down, too; she's feeling better and she's hardly ever goes anywhere. If it is this nice tomorrow, we might go the Pécs market, see how we feel. (later: she didn't come, but I managed to smuggle the flowers for her. There was a whole meal (sans cakes) and loads of good Villány wine and some rubbish about the history of international women's day -well the history wasn't too bad, but the report on how everything is ok, and sort of making out as if it was Mother's day versionB that was annoying). Alan's out digging and such all day, even when he says. is his day off. No cooking today, tons left of chard mulligatory soup, greek giant beans, vadas-sort-of rabbit and a little bit of egg-spagetti to soak up all that juice. No cake, though I have the horrible feeling we might get some at the women's thing. I have good kindle (Richard Ford: Canada) good book (Jókai: Egy az isten} loads of xwords and sometimes skeptic messing and ok, a tad annoying weekend Népszabadság. I might even walk the sheep family on the top of the sunny hill like yesterday. I might make a panoramic photo if I remember to take the camera