On arrival in Vienna yesterday, even though The Altstadt Vienna hotel is beautiful and we are quite spoilt being able to afford to stay here, we had a few teething problems, and I had a dreadful night with little sleep. The manager of the hotel has been nothing short of brilliant in her efforts to heal all of our tooth aches, and today we were even relocated to another room to ensure our comfort. Now, the prices are nothing like The Dorchester in London, or somewhere like Princess Diana would have stayed, but it is a really delightful little hideaway in the city. We arrived late, only for me to have another mild dementia meltdown, and it probably (hopefully) just means there has been too much noise, too much traffic, too many people, and definitely too many cars. The four days south of London at Hailsham where we took things slow and easy and really chilled before we arrived back into London for the Sting concert, seem not to have made any difference to my wavering brain. We did smell lots of roses Richard, (well, they were just coming into bud!), and we are trying to be as relaxed as possible Jac, and my dear husband is working his arse off to pave the way for me almost every moment of each day. He went on his daily jaunt of an early walk again early this morning, setting up his own internal GPS, as this not only keeps him fit, it helps my stress levels when we are out and about in new places. When I am in unfamiliar places, if he also seems not to know where we are, then my panic button sets itself off, so this simple act is profoundly helpful to us both. It keeps me calm and him sane!! We went for a delightful ride in a horse and carriage this morning, rather than the open air hop-on-hop-off tourist bus as the sun was shining gloriously, and DH thought I would prefer it to the bus. We both loved it, and it was a unique way to look around a busy city for the 21st century. Behind one wall, we were told there are over 400 different types of roses, so it would certainly be good to come back when they are in bloom. Cake and coffee followed our required shopping trip this afternoon in the homely saloon of the hotel. It seems we have brought the sun with us, as it has been 22C today, much higher than any locals would have ever expected, and much hotter than our wardrobe could cope with. The thermals, thick jumpers and overcoats have just not been needed, and this also means today is the first time I have not done the thermal dance in a public convenience! Anyway, glorious sunshine and clothes that were unsuitable for the unexpected burst golden rays; what an excuse to take my husband shopping, one of his favourite treats of all time. Now all I need to do is convince him to buy the watch he has been looking at every day since we first met, either online or in a shop window somewhere!! Tomorrow night we have lucked out, as there is a concert playing Mozart and Bach in the famous and truly beautiful St Stephens Cathedral for a total of €5 each, a delightful way to see the Cathedral without the hordes of tourists taking photos every 3o seconds. Let’s hope the weather holds and we get to wear our new clothes.