Talking about myself is one of my favourite occupations, so why not blog about it.
I am slowly becoming a veteran blogger, not only in real life existing as a golden oldie, but when I started here I had more brown hair than grey. Things change and the grey is taking over slowly but surely.
So what is the essence of an Angloswiss? It lays in the name. After 46 years in the Kingdom of Helvetia (Switzerland) my ways and means have probably become more Swiss. Not that I only eat cheese fondue and have gold bars under my bed in the Swiss banking tradition, but I pay my bills in Swiss francs and speak Swiss German generally. I speak many languages, but none of them perfect. Even my English is suffering slowly and when writing a blog I often have to search for the English word in an online dictionary as my first thought seems to be in German. I even dream in Swiss German – just imagine a Swiss German nightmare where William Tell’s arrow does not pierce the apple on his son’s head and pierces something else.
Why do I blog – probably because I no longer like to knit. There are actually people that read my blogs, click a like and follow my written footsteps in the cyber world. If I kept my wise words to myself in a diary, or just a little private space in my Word files that would be a waste of talent. I am sure you agree. Those that read my works of literature may have noticed that modesty is not my thing. I exist, therefore I am, or something like that. Entering your blogging site there is a sense of waiting, expectation. You choose your first words and the rest just follow. Sometimes I do not know where I am going, but somehow I arrive. Whether the journey was successful or not, I leave you to decide.
You want some personal details – OK if you are sitting comfortably I will begin. I was born in the East End of London, my first language being cockney English. Growing up in a town still showing signs of damage from the second world war, my playgrounds were the bombed remains of various buildings. I fought my way through my school days and succeeded in attending a high school. After completing a commercial course with all the trimmings I was an office worker. Emmigration to Switzerland followed all on my own at the age of 20 and I .worked in various Swiss companies, eventually becoming an export clerk and learning fluent German/Swiss German on the way. Then a day arrived where a lightening blitz struck, there he was and there was I – that was around 44 years ago and two sons later Mr. Swiss and I still form an Angloswiss entente cordial. Now retired with Mr. Swiss, I just live my bilingual housewify life and in between write a blog. I blog because it is fun, there is no other reason. I read other blogs and my blogs are read.
I never know what topics I will write about, they just sort of happen, like when Archimedes sat in the bath and screamed Eureka and all came running. His wife was angry because of the mess on the floor from the water that had flowed out of the bath. I have no great wish to connect with anyone really, all are welcome. As far as accomplishments are concerned in 2014 I take things one at a time. I will breathe a sigh of relief if I conquer this zero to hero thing. I do daily prompt and two daily blogs are overdoing my time schedule, but I will survive (I hope):
So that’s me, all 1 meter 75, not such a hour glass figure, it seems to grow in width more than height these days.