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...
(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
we retraced the walk on the "Mohács island" that is not an island, remember the mosquitoes? Well, none of them this time, just general dilapidation of all those holiday homes on the Danube bank. still enjoyed the ferryboat (free for Alan!) the drink in the little also seen-better-days canteen and landlady still on the other side of the river. Lovely sunny if at time chilly days, the busó festival was mad and noisy, the little hotel comfy enough (and should be for the rather large seasonal price, who cares) hope to put fotos on the blog one of these days. If new laptop cooperates. just back home, Alan is out chasing sheep that fancied the greener grass on the path. xxx