I used to do a lot of strolling, but lately I seem to spend more time strolling in the appartment. The furthest journey I take is to the porch, where i am now sitting with the computer. I used to go on long walks, but am tired after half an hour, and get a bit unsteady on my pins (legs for those that do not speak cockney). I shot this photo down by the river on a stroll, but the reeds were stopping me strolling further.
The only person strolling here at the moment is Mowey. He is not a person? Of course he is, he goes on his merry way daily always at 3.30 p.m. for half an hour and keeps the lawn tidy. Every blade of grass that grows during the night, has a controlled cut, the removed growth falling onto the earth and serving as fertiliser for the lawn. It is all the recycling process of nature. Unfortunately when the gardener arrived, he decided that the lawn needed a refreshing action. We call it vertikutieren, and the english translation I found was thatching the lawn. The idea is to scrape out all the old dead grass, comb the earth and let is breath again. Unfortunately his enthusiasm got the best of the gardener, he knew no borders, and thatched too much and too deep, with the result that we have a few bare patches. We contacted the chief gardener, he came along and decided that there had been an assination attemt on the grass, but he will give it the breath of life with a few fresh patches of new grass. In the meanwhile Mowey just scrapes through the parts where the lawn used to be.
The next stroll through the garden and the surroundings was undertaken by Mr. Swiss. He discovered a corpse, something that was dead. We heard no screams, it just gave up, and drew its last breath on the patio. It is a larger example of the race, and according to logic something bigger must have killed it. On the other hand I have the impression that it died of old age, or perhaps a kamikaze flight into an immovable object such as a window or a porch table leg. We will never know, but let us have a few minutes respect for this bee.
This morning I went for a stroll in my father’s room at the extra care home where he is now residing. My friend visited him and took her iPad with her. She called me with the Facebook messenger and I answered with my iPhone Facebook messenger. I cannot praise this messenger thing enough, the wonders of modern computer techniques, although my friend and I are still training. Just press the button and we are talking. Progress to pressing the video camera icon and we see each other when talking. The next step is to hold your apparatus where you are and take a stroll with it. I saw my dad, who was very sleepy at the time, I saw his room and spoke to and saw my friend. I was in the kitchen in Feldbrunnen, Switzerland and she was in a care home in Romford, Essex, Great Britain. It could not be better and it costs nothing. Yes, it is great to be a cyber golden oldie, you take strolls and still feel fit afterwards and they cost nothing.
I then passed my phone onto Mr. Swiss who held it on his ear. I gave him instructions that with these advanced cyber calls, you must hold the phone at arms distance to get your full photo on the screen. He is getting there, although to be quite honest it was Mr. Swiss that assisted me with my iPad dilemma yesterday. I now have a full working clean iPad that only talks english to me. I do not know how that happened as it was German speaking, but no problem. I can do both, but am more used to the german words on a computer and its accessories.
It is now quiet in the garden, Mowey has mowed, I still have a dead bumble bee next to my computer and think I will now take a stroll to see what my feline is doing. It is time for her daily photo for her blog. She is already sharpening her claws.
Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss 
It was great meeting Mr. Mowey after a long and my heartfelt condolences for bee. I strolled into Maharajas history and shared with my friends sitting across the globe. I am missing my garden. I sincerely hope not to find plants dead without water.
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At the moment we have wonderful weather, but I have to give the garden water once a day. I think I would also like a stroll with the maharajas, look forward to seeing some photos.
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I’ll be strolling later, hopefully somewhere interesting, but probably just down the street to the parking lot of the high school where Dusty, Bear and I can practice obedience. There’s a slight chance of snow tonight and I’m saving myself for that — 🙂
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Somehow I don’t think that Alta Vista would be my place until the summer comes – too much snow. I will not be strolling this evening. Have just got my train ticket, by computer, for tomorrow and have a few things to sort as well as working on some photos. At the moment am eating a cheese sandwich at the computer.
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This time of year it melts fast — the whole 40 cm we got in March was completely gone 2 days later. But yeah — winter is cold and the snow doesn’t melt. I wish you all the best tomorrow!
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🙂
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My strolling is pretty limited these days, too. Between the heart, the back, the hips, and just plain age … strolling is a brief thing. Slow and careful, lest I fall down (again). I’m glad we have decks and porches so we can get outside without much effort. Have a great day!!
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I completely agree, just a stroll does me and not too far, although I do miss those walks I had with Mr. Swiss. See what the result is of my examination, but the doc did say that the illness I have (he still doesn’t say what) can be helped with medicine and not a back operation or something like that. That is why I am 99% sure what it is, but I wait until he says the final word.
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I have to say, I definitely would like a Mr. Mowey in my life. Thank you for sharing your post for “Stroll.” I love reading your pieces!
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You are welcome. Mowy was not a cheap toy, but this is his third year with us and he was worth every Swiss France. No more lawn mowers (just one or twice a year perhaps) and he does the rest, every day without fail. He lives in the cellar in Winter, but in Spring he is back in action.
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I hope he stretches after the winter! Haha.
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Hello. Thank you for following my blog. I am actually new to blogging. So, I wanted to ask you a question. In the daily prompt page, everyone’s post has the title of their blog as well as the title of the post they have uploaded. Mine only has the title of my blog. I have no idea how to include the post title too, so that it shows on the daily prompt page. Can you help me out please? Regards 🙂
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I am not sure what you actually mean, but I always add a link to my daily prompt blog entry at the end of my blog. You can just copy/past the link on the grid. That should do the job.
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Romford is in London, not Essex.
In the London Borough of Havering in east London.
Since 1965.
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Thankyou for the correction, well who would believe it. I grew up in Bethanal Green, London E2 and most of my family moved out to ESSEX, DAGENHAM and ROMFORD as it was then at the time. London grows very fast, probably Southend will become London with time. I live in Switzerland since 47 years, so Romford and Dagenham are still Essex for me. By the way I remember Havering when it was a pretty little village on its own somewhere in the country and not connected to Romford, London, by buildng rows of identical houses which has destroyed the whole rural area.
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Assume you mean Bethnal Green.
It appears that you are refering to Havering-atte-Bower. Actually, Havering London Borough is named after the Liberty of Havering which was in place before the area was run by Essex County Council in the late 19th Century.
You may be pleased to know that in many ways Havering-atte-Bower is still a quaint little village not engulfed by urban sprawl. Yes it is part of London but definitely not inner city in appearance, which cannot be said for parts of Romford.
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Glad to know that Havering has managed to preserve a little of its origin, which is more than you can say for Romford and Dagenham. I remember Romford when my aunt and uncle moved in from the East End slums in a place called straight road. It is still straight, but longer. They had a field at the back of the house where cows would graze, the field has gone, replaced by houses. And the pub on the corner, The Plough, is not longer what it was. Even The Merry Fiddlers in Dagenham has been replaced by a supermarket.
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Lovely way to stroll
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They are the only strolls I do now.
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