This title above just about describes the last 10 days. Roughly in the middle of it I was really ill again. It felt like an allergic attack, which it might have been. But let us start at the beginning. On last Friday we came into town as planned. I had two concerts at the weekend, a violin one on the Saturday and a pianist on the Sunday. Miklós Szenthelyi on the Saturday was good, but I somehow cannot warm to his style. He plays brilliantly, but without feeling. Perhaps I have been spoilt by the likes of Kristóf Baráti who puts not only his considerable talent and technical proficiency into his playing, but his heart and soul too.
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| Miklós Szenthelyi | | | | | | |
Sunday was a different kettle of fish altogether. Tamás Érdi is a young blind pianist who plays superb pieces with great skill and feeling. We made him play four encores and he lapped it up. The biggest smile on his face confirmed that he was really enjoying his popularity and put even more into his play as a result.
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| Tamás Érdi |
On Monday I was rather busy. In the morning I visited the local clinic for a chest X-ray, which was done in double quick time. I have never queued this little for a medical appointment ever. Then we walked off through the park to the baths to renew my discount card with had to be done before the 31st January. Unfortunately I had no time to go for a swim and a soak, but hopefully will do the next time we are in town.
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| The outdoor pools in the Szechenyi Baths |
The weather was really nice, so we went for a walk around the park and to suss out likely places for a cache. In the afternoon I had an appointment with my homeopath who told me that as far as her diagnosis is concerned I have not been in such a bad shape since she had first known me in 2010. Not a good thing to be told, but it did not surprise me. The fact that I have not yet shaken a cold and cough that I first started going down with at the end of November is symptomatic of something not quite right. As the X-ray didn't seem to find anything too dreadful, we concluded that I must have developed some new allergies or perhaps my usual ones have decided to attack more ferociously than they usually do in the winter. She prescribed a wide variety of remedies, including Vironal, which is a marvellous natural concentrate made of 25 different flowers and herbs and a miracle worker that has always picked me up in the past. I am also on a half a pint of dandelion and burdock tea a day, which according to most comments on the Internet is a remedy for anything that ails you. Well, it tastes lovely too, so I am not complaining. My acidosis is back, so I am on base powder again, which is basically bicarb with magnesium. On Wednesday I also had some blood taken at the hospital, but I don't yet know the results of those. Hopefully nothing too drastic there either, so I am persevering with the homeopathic remedies and hoping to get better soon.
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| The fact that burdock was a thistle was news to me, but the tea made from its leaves, together with dandelion leaf and root tea is delicious. |
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| Dandelion flower. |
Unfortunately, I felt the worst when I was supposed to go geocaching with Andor on Tuesday, so we didn't go. He put together an interesting lot of caches to do on the outskirts of the city, so hopefully we should do them sometime after the weather cheered up and I got better. Wednesday, on the other hand, was very enjoyable after the disappointment of not going anywhere on the Tuesday. Annamária Rojkó came to visit us and as expected we and she had really hit it off. This is the lady who wrote a fascinating book about Lipót Aschner, who was married to one of my ancestors. He was an interesting character, who built an empire of factories all over the world making light bulbs. We chatted for over 2 hours and now Roy is researching her family tree. He would, wouldn't he?
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| The title is:The Man who was Born before his Time. The picture is of the Tungsram Factory, which is still there today, owned by General Electric. Poor Aschner is definitely turning in his grave. |
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Thursday I spent in bed, which actually did me a world of good. I even managed to sleep quite well, although I was practically finished for the day by 7pm after Annamaria's visit the previous night. I thankfully thus managed to get to the Opera in the evening for an absolutely delightful performance of Onegin the ballet. It was very good, both in terms of the musical adaptation of Tchaykovsky's score and the ballet. Several Russian ballet dancers in the cast helped. It was a good night out.
Yesterday and today we have been resting, eating, drinking, on the computer and watching TV. If all goes well we'll go back to the village on Monday.
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