Hungary

I’ve had a quiet few days, had to rest up as I was having some bad pain issues and hideous fatigue. Feeling a bit more human this afternoon.

Really need to get myself organised for our trip to Budapest. Got hubby to get the small cases down from the top of the wardrobe this morning, now he’s out for the rest of the day, I will get on with some clothes sorting. So do not know what to take, is it going to be warm, cold, or what, keep seeing such conflicting weather forecasts, only got small bags so can’t take much with us anyway.

We have been looking at goats on a hungarian selling site. Strange I know, but we are focusing on the future plans and seeing what and where we can get the livestock we want. Anyway, i digress.! The Goats, great site, saw loads, but I was particularly interested in one advert in particular, especially the translation provided by good old Google Translate. Part of which was: “They have not been introduced to the electrician and they are not a treadmill. They have already mostly been burned by the Parish B*****d” Not much you can say to that really other than poor Goats. Would love to know what it all means really though.

We are in the process of learning Hungarian, and wow, it is a difficult language to pick up. I’m so surprised though that Hubby is picking it up really well, especially numbers. He’s doing so much better than me and he usually doesn’t do learning, so he says.

Really am looking forward to Budapest, we get there at lunchtime on Sunday, and after we’ve dropped our bags and checked in to the boat hotel, we are heading out to the Christmas Fair and Winter Festival at Vörösmarty Square. It looks magical and I cannot wait to try loads of the fab drinks, drinks and see the traditional crafts and gifts. Even hubby is going to take a break from his low carbing for a few days.

Take a look at what’s on offer at Budapest Christmas Fair

I will post some snaps, I’m sure.

 

 

Dentist Day

I am sure I am not alone with fear of dentists. I lost my front tooth in a fall when I was just 7, only had my grown up teeth for a little while. For many years I got by with a full crown on it, but as I aged, the root began to deteriorate. After  6 root canal surgeries, I finally decided enough was enough and it was time for a plate. Would have had implants done if they’d been cheaper at the time, but it wasn’t commonly done back then.

First few years with a plate took some getting used to, but eventually it just became normal to me. Over time, each one had been replaced without problem, until this one I have now. Normally, first appointment for new plate means you need an impression doing, which is usually and easy job. Hmm, not that time, the dentist failed to prepare the mixture properly, and it was far too runny. She plonked it in my mouth and suddenly all I could feel was warm gooeyness sliding down the back of my mouth into my throat. I honestly thought I was going to suffocate. The Dentist was doing her best to reassure me, getting me to breath through my nose slowly, I could sense her panic too though. We had to wait until it started to set before she could remove it. What seemed like a lifetime later (in reality probably 3 or 4 minutes) it was firm enough for her to pull it out. I have never seen a dental impression like it, barely any teeth, but a great big long tube with the perfect detailing of the back of my throat…..bizarre.

Sadly, this meant I had to let her try again to do the impression correctly, and thank fully she managed it second time around. But, I was scarred, that was it for me, vowed once the plate was done, I was never visiting again. True to my word, I stuck to my guns, ignored all text reminders for appointments until I was then struck off form their practice.

Roll on 9 years, yes 9 years!! No dentist input, during this time at all, I just couldn’t do it, but, my plate was starting to wobble and drop a lot, to the point if i sneezed, well you can imagine…not a great sight. I plucked up the courage to register with a new dentist and went for a first appointment. He was excellent, and couldn’t believe I’d not been seen for such a long time and he agreed, I needed a new plate. So last week, it was the appointment I’d been dreading, time for the impression to be done.

Venturing there, feeling unsurprisingly nervous, he instantly put me at ease. The expected ordeal was over and done in minutes, with no issues. I was a happy bunny leaving there. What an amazing dentist he is, I honestly don’t feel too bad about all my follow up appointments now.

Today, I went in for a quick check with the wax model and chose the final tooth colour, next week it will be fitting day.

After that, we then have to deal with some issues with crumbling teeth, this is nothing to do with my lack of dental input, but I have Sjogrens Disease, so its causing a lot of damage with my teeth, over the last six months especially. But I now have faith in him to get it all sorted without any major disasters. Anyone in my area needing a dentist, I would certainly recommend Ramsey Dental Practice.

Well, I’ve got to go, off to hospital shortly for post operative check up. Catch up soon.

Pleased with myself

I have on and off over many years tried to teach myself how to crochet, after failing regularly I practically gave up. Anyway, a few days ago i decided to give it another go. I love crafting, painting, whittling anything arty really, but am a bit stuck at the moment as just had carpal tunnel release surgery in my right hand, and I’m still having grip difficulties. It was just one of those days where I needed something to do, got that crafty feeling. So I decided to dig out the hooks and wool, and persevere and to my amazement I have finally managed to do some basic work.

My first project, I made some pink fingerless gloves. They are far from perfect, but will keep my hands nice and warm. Rested my hands for a day or so and today, have had another go, hoping I had managed to master the skill, and to my surprise I managed again.

Today’s project has been a pink & black (fluffy wool) winter head band, to keep my ears warm in Budapest next week. Again, I know it is far from perfect, but I am really pleased with it, even manged to use multiple wool types.

Here it is below, along with Feline Baby No 3, Lola she’s a slightly bonkers old lady, with a few missing teeth and very little brain, but we love her tons, she is ‘special’.

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Getting a little excited

Well, this time next week hubby and myself will be enjoying the sites of Budapest. We are going for a rare trip away for 3 nights. Leaving on Sunday ready for a great day on Monday, its hubby’s birthday. Trying to organise with the hotel a birthday cake for breakfast, which he has no idea about. I know its not a massive thing, but its the small things we do for each other that keeps us so happy together. He usually eats a low carb diet, he’s a type two diabetic, currently in remission due to his excellent controls, but a treat of a cake will be lovely for him. I will be posting some of his recipes over time, so keep an eye out. I promise, he is a great cook & baker of all things low carb.

It is a shame that the day will have a little tinge of sadness around it, as it will also be a year to the day that my best friend for over 35 years died suddenly. So we will also be marking that in our own special way, and have a drink or two in her memory.

Going to Budapest is a big thing for us, we are planning to relocate over to Hungary at some point in the future. We haven’t got much here in the UK, with limited opportunities due to financial issues and we are desperate to make a better life for ourselves, despite my illnesses, I’m just not ready to give in yet. My mum thinks we are completely crazy and can’t see why we want to go there, but it suits us to a tee, we can live a simple happy life, surrounded by friendly folk and managing our own lives, food and house. We are stuck in the rental trap, and have always been, but we can buy a house out there, so we would finally have our own roof over our heads, something we’ve dreamed of.

We also want to live a bit more self sufficient, we do what we can here, grow veggies, have chickens and make a lot of our own sausages. Being in a rented house though gives us issues with what we can feasibly do, we can’t have solar, we can’t have a larger veg plot or keep any other animals, there just isn’t the space. I have looked into renting plots of land here, but again, cost is extortionate and we cannot afford it. But, we are hoping that this dream can become a reality, with a lot of hard work ahead. It is good to have aspirations, it keeps me positive and gives me a purpose.

I’ve mentioned before about our feline family, this one is Doris, such a softy and affectionate little lady.

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So My New Journey Begins

I’m the Vinyl Wife a forty something wife of a vinyl nut or music nerd, both terms suit him down to the ground.

Life keeps throwing a few things at us, but we are strong and keep going. Now having to change direction of how my life is going to be, due to illness, I’m having to adjust to a life of forced medical early retirement and find my feet and future.

So this will be my blog, a bit of health, food and aspirations, and will introduce you to my feline family and their antics too.

Meet Perseus below…our baby of the family.

 

“What greater gift than the love of a cat?” – Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)

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