...that despite every sober mind (as we say it in Hungarian) I went directly to Balatonföldvár with my mother after arriving home from Lithuania.
(just a note: as I said I will probably continue my writings about that country, but not now :))
So, last weekend (well, not really just a weekend as we were there between Friday last week and Wednesday morning this week) was full of adventures and surprises, as a rule after arriving home after one or two weeks spent away from my well-known environment. What can I say, I soon found myself longing for a bit of silence after all :)
First of all, adventures started with the mobile phone we found in the parking lot of the OBI in Siófok, only 20 kms from Balatonföldvár, where we have just popped in to buy some flowers to plant in the garden. I really can't help myself noticing things like this, and that mobile phone was just lying quietly in the grass so I just had to come across it. My mum phoned the last name that could be found in the list of incoming calls and some hours later the owner of the mobile phone showed up at our house to get it back. He was so grateful to us... he told us that he lives in Germany and he was at home only for three weeks... and that last year he had also lost his phone while being in Hungary :P He also brought us a small bottle of Unicum, as an expression of his gratitude. :)))))
After a while, we soon experienced the geranium story. The story is the following - my granny has had a geranium for about two years. Last year the whole plant did not produce a single flower, but my granny protected and pampered it just like a child. It wasn't annoying back then, just plain funny. But this year she somehow invented the idea of multiplying it, so she soon cut off parts of the geranium and planted them as well. Now it looks like two leaves in a big box filled with soil :D A few weeks ago, I planted petunias in the balcony boxes. Two of them died, from the same box, in the northwestern façade, so she soon replaced the empty box with her geraniums. But when I arrived there, I told her that I would rather see my two Impatiens-flowers in that window and replaced her geraniums with the box full of Impatiens. She got offended of course and started complaining that her geraniums are now going to die. (Even when I offered to put the geraniums back in he window, since if we really want, there is a place for a third box in the window that originally contained two.) My mum just tried everything, including pointing to the fact that the northwestern façade is maybe not the best place ever for a flower as all the storms come from that direction. The next day my granny had an even better idea. She wanted to put her geraniums in her own window, that faces the street, which was full of beautifully blooming petunias. I didn't really like this idea either, and my mum agreed as well, but she also told me to be more patient with my granny. :P I understood it perfectly, but about half an hour later, when I heard yelling and a fierce debate, I showed up smiling and asked "what's the story" My mum only said with a sad face "Geranium". "Aha" - said I. :))))
So, after I did some work in the garden (cutting the grass, planting flowers, etc) and looking after young Donát, we were about to go home on Tuesday morning. But the morning we wanted to go home the "Vándorffy-channel" (I call the news-service of my relatives this way since half of my wider family, whom we have in our neighbourhood, are called Vándorffy) told us that actually a 2-tonnes bomb from World War II was found in our district (IXth, Ferencváros) and that almost all the district (about 16,000 people) was going to be evacuated. No wonder we decided to stay for one more day, arriving home on Wednesday in the late morning. As I was done with all my work there, I used this spare day to go swimming in the lake, which was great as always but way too crowded :( Anyway, it's nice to be home again - tomorrow my mum will return to Balatonföldvár for the weekend, but I told her I would rather stay in Budapest alone for a few days - sometimes it feels good :)
(just a note: as I said I will probably continue my writings about that country, but not now :))
So, last weekend (well, not really just a weekend as we were there between Friday last week and Wednesday morning this week) was full of adventures and surprises, as a rule after arriving home after one or two weeks spent away from my well-known environment. What can I say, I soon found myself longing for a bit of silence after all :)
First of all, adventures started with the mobile phone we found in the parking lot of the OBI in Siófok, only 20 kms from Balatonföldvár, where we have just popped in to buy some flowers to plant in the garden. I really can't help myself noticing things like this, and that mobile phone was just lying quietly in the grass so I just had to come across it. My mum phoned the last name that could be found in the list of incoming calls and some hours later the owner of the mobile phone showed up at our house to get it back. He was so grateful to us... he told us that he lives in Germany and he was at home only for three weeks... and that last year he had also lost his phone while being in Hungary :P He also brought us a small bottle of Unicum, as an expression of his gratitude. :)))))
After a while, we soon experienced the geranium story. The story is the following - my granny has had a geranium for about two years. Last year the whole plant did not produce a single flower, but my granny protected and pampered it just like a child. It wasn't annoying back then, just plain funny. But this year she somehow invented the idea of multiplying it, so she soon cut off parts of the geranium and planted them as well. Now it looks like two leaves in a big box filled with soil :D A few weeks ago, I planted petunias in the balcony boxes. Two of them died, from the same box, in the northwestern façade, so she soon replaced the empty box with her geraniums. But when I arrived there, I told her that I would rather see my two Impatiens-flowers in that window and replaced her geraniums with the box full of Impatiens. She got offended of course and started complaining that her geraniums are now going to die. (Even when I offered to put the geraniums back in he window, since if we really want, there is a place for a third box in the window that originally contained two.) My mum just tried everything, including pointing to the fact that the northwestern façade is maybe not the best place ever for a flower as all the storms come from that direction. The next day my granny had an even better idea. She wanted to put her geraniums in her own window, that faces the street, which was full of beautifully blooming petunias. I didn't really like this idea either, and my mum agreed as well, but she also told me to be more patient with my granny. :P I understood it perfectly, but about half an hour later, when I heard yelling and a fierce debate, I showed up smiling and asked "what's the story" My mum only said with a sad face "Geranium". "Aha" - said I. :))))
So, after I did some work in the garden (cutting the grass, planting flowers, etc) and looking after young Donát, we were about to go home on Tuesday morning. But the morning we wanted to go home the "Vándorffy-channel" (I call the news-service of my relatives this way since half of my wider family, whom we have in our neighbourhood, are called Vándorffy) told us that actually a 2-tonnes bomb from World War II was found in our district (IXth, Ferencváros) and that almost all the district (about 16,000 people) was going to be evacuated. No wonder we decided to stay for one more day, arriving home on Wednesday in the late morning. As I was done with all my work there, I used this spare day to go swimming in the lake, which was great as always but way too crowded :( Anyway, it's nice to be home again - tomorrow my mum will return to Balatonföldvár for the weekend, but I told her I would rather stay in Budapest alone for a few days - sometimes it feels good :)
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