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  • Village life

    When I bought a house in a small village near the Kis Balaton in Western Hungary, I only ever intended it to be a weekend/holiday getaway. But village life has worked its magic and now I find it hard to leave.

    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

    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

    Random thoughts

    On structure, gaps, and COVID

    Back in the early COVID days, I was chatting to a mate who was coming to terms with life without the structure of getting up

    2020 Grateful 52

    2020 Grateful 3: Revelling in the rural

    I was born into a city. I might have been about 2 when we moved to a provincial town. And then to another city. And

    2020 Grateful 52

    2020 Grateful 15: As ghoulish as it gets

    There one old lady in our village who’s never seen outside without a headscarf. There are a few of them, but the one I’m thinking

    2020 Grateful 52

    2020 Grateful 24: Storm damage

    We had a doozy of a storm here the other night. It hit Zala county hard with reports of evacuations in some villages, major flooding

    2020 Grateful 52

    2020 Grateful 25: Ain’t life a peach?

    Himself, at the door of my office with a look of consternation on his face. Me, engrossed in editing a piece of text on a

    2020 Grateful 52

    2020 Grateful 31: Kisrabló

    There’s a battle of wills going on in our house. Occasionally it involves roaring and shouting followed by a couple of days of sulking or

    2020 Grateful 52

    2020 Grateful 34: A different view

    It’s been a while, thank God, since I’ve felt the black cloud of depression, the sort that that requires doctors and medication. My heart goes

    2020 Grateful 52

    2020 Grateful 42: Memories of Rabbitt Carter

    Walking down the village to mass yesterday, I noticed three women in front of me all in black. The men outside the church were in

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