13/14

Well, the sun is out and hopefully all the greyness has gone...
Helen picked black cherries from Misi bacsi's trees at no 106, and they were stoned mostly by her in the afternoon nasty job...

Henna, the finnish girl with the beautiful bike has left - I still can't figure how she maneuvers that big thing, pity I forgot to show it to Zoltan, who was here for the first post-exam lesson; I learned something: one always has to check out those language CDs...

I'll be back to less frequent blogging from now, that Alan is back and life will be back to its more normal chaos...

Bonzo seems fine, his appetite is fine, and he's back into his naughty old self. Pictures show the bike with Henna in full gear before leaving, Helen with the cherries, and the american ladies who were here about a week ago in Zoltan's dad's wine-cellar.

By the way, Zoltan offered to take English-speaking people round just for the chance to practice his English - though I think there could be a little business lurking in this, especially, if wine-tasting is included...