Getting a name for myself

Picture it. Saturday morning. Downtown Pest. The tourists, those brave enough to stumble out into the cold, are wandering through Raday útca wondering why their mates told them this was the ‘hot spot’ in town. Their mates, no doubt, had visited in summer, when Raday is indeed a hot spot. Packed to capacity with café table and chairs, it’s the main restaurant drag in town. You can eat your way around the world and find somewhere new and more exciting every night. This time of year though, it’s deserted. Not even the bravest soul with the warmest blanket would last long in the biting cold of Budapest. Nonetheless, there were a few around, with cameras, to witness my ‘bringing the lamp home’. Yes, another lamp.

This one was too big to take on the tram; and I was too cheap to buy a ticket for it to travel on the metro. So, I walked it home. And it was heavy. I  set it down to wait for passing traffic to clear; whatever about getting myself knocked down…. An unsuspecting couple came around the corner and did a stop and stare while another chap across the road pulled out his camera. Honestly, you’d think no-one had ever seen a girl take her lamp for a walk before!

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  1. must agree would have loved to have seen that long walk with lamp. But need picture of said pet so we can think of a name . Maybe next time you take it out you can just put a leash on it and it will follow.

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