Sunday sun
Either this sunshine stops - now - or we have a hosepipe ban this summer. It’s your choice. I don’t care either way, but you can’t have both. So. What’s it going to be?
I’m just on my way out, actually - off to have lunch with Mark and watch this year’s Eurovision preview tape. Of the entries I’ve heard so far, my money’s on Hungary for a top three spot, perhaps alongside Slovenia, which will be interesting, as Paul and I will be visiting both of those countries in a couple of weeks, so we’ll be able to see what they are like before the contest.
We have booked into a prison in Slovenia. One cell for two nights. It’s been converted, of course, but when you go to bed at night you still close the barred gate on the front of your cell and bunk down. Only now, each cell is unique and has been decorated by a different local artist. It all looks quite quirky.
From there we go by train to Zagreb and then on to Budapest to meet up with Trevor and Jon and spend the weekend straddling a geological fault and sitting in hot springs. Hopefully.
We met up with them - and Graham and Roger - for dinner last night. Very yummy. Lovely pink trout to start, meat-free roast for mains and Christmas pudding, mince pies and trifle to finish. I’m still full this morning. A gym trip is definately in order later on.
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