Go back in time to an event you think could have played out differently for you. Let alternate history have its moment: tell us what could, would or should have happened?
There are times that just a photo is enough. I am not going back in time about events that should have been different. Everyone knows that my talent for writing unforgettable blogs has not yet been recognised, so I do not want to bore anyone with the details. Suffice it to be said that I am still waiting for my deserved recognition to have my photo taken as I receive the Pulitzer prize.
In the meanwhile I have just moved from my standard place outside on the porch to inside. My computer was complaining and said if he has to sit in the heat of 37°C for longer, it would explode, burn, or even melt. I decided that replacing an Apple computer would be an expensive item and so we are now in the kitchen with a view onto the garden. It was even too hot for me, and that needs a lot. I decided this photo of the stream flowing through the local hermitage would help to cool me down.
Yesterday I went to the local railway station, accompanied by Mr.Swiss, to sort out my tickets for the my visit to Germany this week. I had checked everything on Internet and did a print out to assist with the arrangements. I will take a train from Solothurn, the local town, and change in Olten which is about 30 minutes along the track. I can then wait on the platform I arrive at for half an hour and then my direct train to Mannheim in Germany will arrive, brilliant. The alternative would have been to go to Basel from Olten and catch the same train in Basel. I just have to start my journey half an hour earlier. So now I am in Mannheim in Germany and I can stay on the platform and opposite my next train will arrive to Koblenz. Are you with me? Probably not, but I am happy as I do not have to walk to other platforms with only a few minutes to spare. Anyhow when I arrive in Koblenz I will take the local train to Bullay where No. 2 son will pick me up with the car and drive me to my end station which is a place called Burg in the Moselle area.
I have now managed to organise Google to show me the route I will be taken by train, so here it is. i will be absent from blogging from Thursday until Monday. If I do not report back next week on Tuesday then you know that I am lost somewhere between Switzerland and Germany and if I take the wrong train I might even be in france – who knows.
I mailed No. 2 son with the details and today he called me to say everything OK and it seems that two of his colleagues will also be arriving in Bullay on the same train as me, so I will probably meet them in Koblenz already. No. 2 son has a problem with his mobile phone at the moment, as it is not working, but he will have a replacement in two days. He was very concerned as it seems a life line had been lost. I remember being younger, we did not have mobiles, but we survived somehow. We did not even have a telephone at home, but somehow we managed.