Bob And I Take A Sunday Drive To Hungary.

Sunday grocery shopping...

Bob works during the week and I mostly tend to the shopping side of things but now and again Bob likes to have a go at shopping too. Obviously I don't cater to his love of chips, spicy sausages and breads. Nothing for it but to do it himself.

We knew that Tesco's was open today and with foresight we had a late big breakfast thus not salivating over the baked goods, breads and treats. One can always tell the ravenous lot...empty packets float among their groceries and breadcrumbs cling to the side of their mouths.

Hungarian is a difficult language to learn, understand never mind read. Some of Bob's work mates are Hungarian and they've taught Bob some words. No, not swearwords but numbers, greetings etc.

The aroma of real Hungarian sausage permeated the meat counter and there was no way back for Bob. He had to get some. Standing next to him I was so awed and proud of him when he introduced some of his Hungarian vocabulary into the conversation. The lady behind the counter was pleased and gave him a bigger one.

Bob with great care and pluckiness has picked his way through the linguistically challenged road. Today he mingled German with Hungarian and made me realize what a great man I've married...

Biggi