Heroic trip with Mum
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wiseheartMum's oldest friend (as an adult; schoolmates she sees once in every five years don't count) is turning 83 tomorrow. To celebrate the event, she invited us for lunch today - over here lunch is the main, cooked meal of the day, just so that you know what I'm talking about.
It was a simple but delicious affair, with cake and even a tiny bottle of champagne, and the old ladies had fun with each other. I took my felt work with me and sewed on the eye pairs of 14 eagles while they were talking about the goode olde times when they had been young and pretty and watched the German Heimatserie they both like. (For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
artemis10002000, it was Forsthaus Falkenau today, but they also fancy the Bergdoktor very much), so my time wasn't wasted.
But. The old lady lives in a fairly distant district of the city - Budapest is huge! - and the traffic corporation, in their eternal wisdom, decided to replace the tram rails. Again. For some reason they tear up the whole thing every other year. As a result, replacement busses go instead of the trams, and not necessarily along the same route. It is a real adventure to figure out how to get from point A to point B - a trip you usually make by taking the tram and travelling some ten or twelve stops. Not to mention that the busses have to navigate around the torn-up streets, which adds about 50 per cent to the original travelling time. And when you finally get where you have to change buses, it is another adventure to find them, because nothing is where it used to be due to the traffic changes. *sigh*
At the same time, the company providing us with electricity, decided that it would be a good time to replace the cables. So they have dug up our entire street - a small gangplank is the only way to get out of the house - and then left it there until they feel like continuing the work. Now we have literal trenches in front of the house, deep enough for the workers to stand in them up to the armpits, and those trenches are partially filled with water because there was a huge storm last night, and another one this morning. Our balcony was leaking during the storm, so we were mopping up water from time to time. Fun!
All this after several days with 32-36 degrees Celsius, which dropped to 22 today. We are completely wrung out, both of us, and our joints painfully remind us that neither of us is twenty anymore.
Well, at least we didn't have to cook today!
It was a simple but delicious affair, with cake and even a tiny bottle of champagne, and the old ladies had fun with each other. I took my felt work with me and sewed on the eye pairs of 14 eagles while they were talking about the goode olde times when they had been young and pretty and watched the German Heimatserie they both like. (For
artemis10002000, it was Forsthaus Falkenau today, but they also fancy the Bergdoktor very much), so my time wasn't wasted.But. The old lady lives in a fairly distant district of the city - Budapest is huge! - and the traffic corporation, in their eternal wisdom, decided to replace the tram rails. Again. For some reason they tear up the whole thing every other year. As a result, replacement busses go instead of the trams, and not necessarily along the same route. It is a real adventure to figure out how to get from point A to point B - a trip you usually make by taking the tram and travelling some ten or twelve stops. Not to mention that the busses have to navigate around the torn-up streets, which adds about 50 per cent to the original travelling time. And when you finally get where you have to change buses, it is another adventure to find them, because nothing is where it used to be due to the traffic changes. *sigh*
At the same time, the company providing us with electricity, decided that it would be a good time to replace the cables. So they have dug up our entire street - a small gangplank is the only way to get out of the house - and then left it there until they feel like continuing the work. Now we have literal trenches in front of the house, deep enough for the workers to stand in them up to the armpits, and those trenches are partially filled with water because there was a huge storm last night, and another one this morning. Our balcony was leaking during the storm, so we were mopping up water from time to time. Fun!
All this after several days with 32-36 degrees Celsius, which dropped to 22 today. We are completely wrung out, both of us, and our joints painfully remind us that neither of us is twenty anymore.
Well, at least we didn't have to cook today!
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Date: 2016-07-16 10:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-07-14 10:32 pm (UTC)But man, that sounds like such a pain. And the trenches... oh joy.
Hopefully the cooler temperatures will be a relief to you both once you have adjusted to the rapid change
And haha, I remember Forsthaus Falkenau and Bergdoktor from my childhood!
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Date: 2016-07-15 02:36 pm (UTC)I'm always appalled by how long public repair jobs take,it seems like forever!
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