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| Glorious pink |
The week after my return from town was reasonably uneventful, although the weather was mostly seriously hot, interspersed with massive cloudbursts. We stayed in the village only until Thursday, but Roy managed a perfect and short cut of the grass everywhere, including the terraces, the front and the edges.The roses were beautifully blooming and I had a fair amount of paperwork to get through.
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| Canyon no. 1 |
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| Canyon no. 2 |
On Tuesday I managed to talk Roy into going geocaching with me and we picked up a moving cache and 4 others in Nograd. One of them was a new one, but the other three were time and time again left out, so I needed to get them. First was the moving cache, which was still there and I decided to take it to one of my caches on the day. Next was the new one, which was a very interesting little canyon, although it was very overgrown, but the rock formations were spectacular. Then we went to a beautiful little lake high up in the hills, followed by an hour and half hike to the top of one of the mountains overlooking the county town. I went all on my own, but enjoyed it tremendously. However, it was a shame that I didn't climb to the top of the rock face, which I am sure I could have done, but decided it was irresponsible attempting it on my own. Finally, I walked up another little canyon, where I spent some time looking for the cache and it was only with the help of the owner I identified the fact that it was missing. All in all 5 finds and a lovely day out.
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| Pam aged 17 |
The 12th was Pam's 84th birthday, but we couldn't get hold of her, and then on Saturday, 3 days after, she rang. Apparently Christian refused to get her a computer, saying that she is too old to learn how to use it. Nice! Isn't it? She wanted to see the pictures Roy was posting on FB about her, so eventually we got her friend to show her, I hope she enjoyed them.
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| Lewis at the start |
We also managed to watch the Canadian Grand Prix, which turned out fascinating indeed. For the first time in a long time both Ferraris were on the front row, but towards the end Lewis managed to harass Vettel into making a mistake and when he rejoined the track in a dangerous manner, he got a 5 minute penalty. This was enough for Lewis to win, as Vettel couldn't get ahead of him far enough in the laps that were left. This weekend they are in France, I wonder what'll happen, as Vettel can be quite vengeful.
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| Old bed, but new mattress |
Finally the mattress transport had been organised and we had to go into town on Thursday to be there early on Friday morning to pack them onto the van that came for them. Originally, it was going to be only me, as Judit was coming up from Debrecen and we were planning to geocache for a few days in town as well as in the village. She rang a few days before, saying that she hurt herself again, so she wasn't coming. I was upset a bit, but eventually we all agreed that it was lucky that she didn't come up, because for the weekend and most of the following week, the temperature was around 35 degrees Celsius. Caching in that heat would probably have been torture.
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| Cute little silver machine |
As I was in town with Roy, we both saw with a certain amount of pleasure that the builders' rubble was gone from in front of our flat, although the rude bastard who screamed at me is now shunning me, which actually is OK with me. We also used Friday, after the mattresses were gone, for a spot of shopping. We started in the shopping centre where there is a large electronics shop and bought a camera for me. It is tiny, fits into any pocket and takes perfectly good photos. We also bought me a new headset, as the old one hurts without the fluffy covering on it. On our way out of the shopping centre I spotted a stall that sold belts of the kind I love. I got myself a red one, it looks great.
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| Cute pussycats |
After this bit we got on the tram and went to buy a new outside thermometer to replace the one Roy broke. This is made of metal, which unfortunately makes it give a high reading when the sun is on it, but its redeeming features include that that hopefully it will not brake up after a couple of winters, like all plastic ones do and also that there are two lovely kittens on it. We also visited one of the big markets nearby and bought me two loose and light summer trousers, which I have been missing for ages.
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| My strangely beautiful blue rose |
And then came the insanity, which I mentioned in the title of this post. We had to go to the bank to sort something (I won't bore you with the details), upshot of which was that Roy had to produce some documents which he couldn't and wouldn't. There were all sorts of threats about the account would be closed, but the account is in my name, so they can't. I asked what punishment they can mete out to him if he doesn't comply and they admitted the only one was to delete him from being a co-cardholder on the account. As I have been asking them to remove him for ages and nothing happened, I suggested this is what they do.
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| Red climber invading the corridor |
The guy behind the counter looked a bit vague and started lengthy conversations on the phone. After about 20 minutes of this I asked what was going on and you will not believe it, but their computer system would not allow him being removed as co-cardholder without producing 3 different documents to do so. We sat there for another hour, after which we decided that we had enough. Basically, I didn't really mind sitting there, as it was air conditioned and outside the temperature was nearing 40 degrees Celsius. The guy said that he would give me a ring as soon as he heard what (if anything) can be done.
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| Pam with friend |
This is really insane and as a full week had now gone and I have not been rung up, I think this is how they are going to deal with it. Suits me, I won't chase them about it, that's for sure. After our arrival back at the village I had a long chat with Sheila on the phone, which was nice. She told us before that Pam might be in Manchester for some award ceremony, but as it is normal with Pam, nothing had happened. Basically, she left it to the last minute and then was surprised that there were no more places left. Classic Pam! Nice to see that she doesn't change.
On Sunday finally in the later afternoon the orienteering kids with their coaches arrived to stay in the Bunkhouse, hotly followed by our mattresses and settee base. On Monday we did a bit of spring cleaning in both bedrooms in the Farmhouse: ours, because the mattresses were going there and the front bedroom, because Roy finally could re-assemble the settee and that was going in there. All looks spic and span and the mattresses are very, very comfortable.
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| First crop of Germersdorfer cherries |
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| The Birthday boy |
The final and most dangerous insanity is connected to this party and perhaps the amount of alcohol we both put away. Ági, who gave us a lift there, also offered to take us home, so just under Margaret bridge while stuck at a red light we both jumped out of the car to catch our tram home, when another tram with goes along the river against the flow of traffic, (somewhat dangerous traffic flow, I must admit) nearly run Roy over. I noticed the tracks and stopped, but he was just heading for the edge of the road to avoid car traffic and failed to notice the enormous big yellow tram in the process. Thankfully, the tram driver sounded his horn and just in the last second he spotted it and pushed against it, so that it wouldn't drag him along. Obviously this caused him to fall backwards, but by that time I was by his side, lifted him up and other than a small strain in his left wrist and an almighty great big fright, he was all right. Phew!
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| It was one like this tram, exactly. |
Stephen always said that he has two jaywalking parents and I suppose it is partially my fault, because suddenly jumping out of the car was my idea, which I promise I will never do again. On Sunday we caught the 6.50am bus back to the village and made it just in time to say goodbye to our guests who had a very good, if somewhat hot and wet, week training in our hills and forests.
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| Round the table at the party |
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| The other end of the table |
In the afternoon I had a phone conversation which upset me quite a lot, but I think I'm over it now. I am not really upset or angry any more, rather sad, that people in an organisation that I have been a member of since 1977 could ignore and disregard me as they did in the last 6 months. Again, I won't bore you with the details, but I will have to work on it a bit more to forget it and I'm afraid that will only be done by cutting them out of my life altogether. I have not taken offence, just the thought of being treated like that makes me so sad that the best defence is never to think about it.
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| Kiefer Sutherland in Dedicated Survivor |
Last bit of news involves Kiefer Sutherland and some Netflix binge watching. When upset I usually escape to either a book or a long series of some topic I like. I have watched the previous two series of Designated Survivor and now it's the third series, which is a Netflix original, as they have taken it over after ABC scrapped it last year. It is only 10 episodes, unlike the 20+ in the last two years, but it is fun all the same. I am half way through episode 8 at the moment, so I am off now to return to the insanity that is DC politics. Bye, bye and I should be back after our trips, which are coming thick and fast in the next 2 weeks:
1. Geocaching around the Balaton, including a sailing trip on a big yacht to the middle of the lake to get the cache there.
2. Visiting Márti and Laci for the weekend.
3. Another geocaching trip to the South West for another 3 days of caching.
I know this is a bit of an overkill, but I think I need some fun and am fully intending to have some!!
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