It was a hot night in Budapest

It was a hot night in Budapest

We have just returned from a few days in Budapest, our feet are all but done in from walking everywhere, but it is the best way to see a City.
The City is cleaner than London on the whole, the people very friendly and the food is delicious. Lots of Turkish influence so paprika, light stews scrummy cakes and good beer. We ate cat fish, pike, veal, beef and chicken so a wide variety of food for all tastes.
I cannot fault the place, but the language is indecipherable, not European nor Turkish but a mixture of everything out there. Prices are low with a good meal and beers and coffees around £30 for 2, entrance to sites about £5 each.
We stayed at the New York Palace, Boscollo, bloody hell what a place, more like a stately home than a hotel, it was built in the 1850’s as an American Insurance company’s office in Hungary, talk about splendour as for breakfast enough to feed an army. Continue reading “It was a hot night in Budapest”

And that’s when – 2

When our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed.  But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first: the shed, the boat, making beer.  Always something more important to me.

Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.

When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.  I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.  I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.

I said, “When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.”

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.

 

I’ll meet you further on up the road

My oldest son begins his fourth and final year at university next week. His third year was spent on placement at a firm. He should have finished there two months ago but the powers that be asked if he would like to stay for the extra months. He said yes. His last day was on Friday and he had a night out with his co-workers. On his behalf I felt overwhelming sadness. Sadness that we all have felt. This would be the last time he would see some of these people in his life. We move on, we always move on and left behind are persons, good and bad. Continue reading “I’ll meet you further on up the road”

Nostra Culpa !!

Yesterday a comment was received from a new blogger – Doctoreunos – targeted, as we thought, for Ferret’s current post “What’s the difference?”.   We three moderators conferred and decided that since the content had nothing to do with Ferret’s post – it was off-topic with a vengeance – we should trash it rather than approving it for publication.

However, having received another polite query this morning, I realised that the comment was actually targeted at another post with exactly the same name that Ferret posted way back in January.

I have reconstituted the comment and posted it in the correct place.   To avoid further confusion, I have renamed the old post slightly.

On behalf of all three moderators, I apologise to Doctoreunos for mishandling his interesting observations. 😥

And that’s when the fight started – 1

My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed.
I turned to her and said, ‘Do you want to have Sex?’
‘No,’ she answered. I then said,
‘Is that your final answer?’
She didn’t even look at me this time, simply saying, ‘Yes..’
So I said, “Then I’d like to phone a friend.”
And that’s when the fight started…
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