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  • 2021 Grateful 45: At the end of the road

    For several years now, when taking the back roads home from Nagykanizsa, I’ve passed a signpost to Zalaújlak. Each time I’ve promised myself that someday

    2021 Grateful 52

    2021 Grateful 46: Potato water and a forgotten backpack

    A few weeks ago, spilling a pot of sweet potato water over the kitchen counter resulted in a major meltdown. I lost my reason and

    2021 Grateful 52

    2021 Grateful 47: Glass balls weather

    We woke to a cold house. The electricity had gone out about 4 am. What heat we had built up had quickly dissipated and my

    Budapest

    An unbridled enthusiasm for life

    Sometimes, when I see a baby or a toddler and they give me a certain look, I know that they’ve been here before. They’re old

    2021 Grateful 52

    2020 Grateful 48: Presents I love

    I love to give gifts but I’m not all that bothered about receiving them. I do my Christmas/birthday shopping throughout the year, picking up whatever

    Random thoughts

    A field of swans

    For those of you who sailed through menopause without even noticing, I envy you. For those of you who have been through the horrors but

    2021 Grateful 52

    2021 Grateful 49: My feathered friends

    I have a Pavlovian thing going with my birds. Every time I go outside onto the terrace and down the steps, they watch me. Quietly.

    2021 Grateful 50: Restorative power of reedbeds

    A couple of years ago, I considered myself a rational, intelligent woman. I had a handle on what was going on. I didn’t overact. I

    2021 Grateful 52

    2021 Grateful 51: The gift that keeps on giving

    I spent a sizeable chunk of last summer making chutney. I rarely, if ever, had all the ingredients the recipes called for so I improvised.

    Budapest Times articles

    The aftermath of Christmas

    The dratted 2020 is behind us and with its departure, we see the end of the UK’s membership of the EU, the end of the

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