Sheila's gone

Monday was first spent with a long phonecall to Tom Tom during which I fell in love with Andre. He had a cute accent, he was funny, kind, patient and very good at explaining everything. He managed to convince me that there is still hope for the silly little machine and finally I managed to download the requisite map and updated software. Mind you, ever since then it is still full of hiccups, but what is new? Anything that needs an update is cursed. I should have realised that before coughing up 60 quid for map updates!

On Tuesday the skies have opened and it poured non stop all day, so we stayed indoors, spent time reading, watching TV, being on the Internet and Sheila did some of her needlework.

The weather cheered up for Wednesday and we got back to the chocolate shop, the photo shop and picked up some more theatre tickets, this time for the Radnoti Theatre. The way things are going this autumn, I will beat my all time record for theatre, opera and concert visits within 3-4 months.

In the evening Sheila took us out for a farewell meal to the Cat in the Bag which was really nice. The food, the drink and the service is good there and Roy made friends with a large group of people on a coach tour, so we all had a good time. I even had a small amount of Sauvignon Blanc, which was excellent. The picture above was taken by one of the guys from the tour group and I think we all look happy.

Finally, today we took Sheila to the airport where we had a large helping of the lousiness of Ferihegy Airport made even worse by the average Hungarian attitude to people in wheelchairs. God knows how Sheila would have managed on her own? On the way back we nearly got completely stuck behind a broken down truck on the express way just a few metres before the exit. Traffic is getting appalling to and from the airport, that's for sure.

After we managed to travel right cross town to return the wheelchair we popped out to Roman Shore to visit the boathouse for a word with the guy there. We drove up along the shore, found a brilliant Greek buffet/restaurant and a possible future storage place for the boat.

The flat is really quiet now Sheila is gone and we are off in the morning to the village for a pleasant weekend. A hike in the Matra and 2 episodes of Downton Abbey await.