I went to the immigrattion office today to "sign out" of Hungary. It is one of the most unhelpful offices I have ever been to. The gate however,was surrounded by lovely honeysuckle. I love honeysuckle, we had a big bush of it at the bottom of our garden when I was a child; my nose would be overwhelmed by the smell every time I went out the back gate to play.
After the immigration office, while strolling past a buiding site, I inhaled a polystyrene ball through my nose. The hypecoondreact in me is convinced it is going to lodgeitself in my brain and relese petrochemicals and I will die a slow painful death.