Colour Your World: Mango Tango

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Fresh from the press I would say. We see them everywhere at the moment, the men in the orange vests, clearing away the remants of the snow, our rescue from the icy roads. They are always there when needed, from early morning after a snowy night. He seemed to be having a tango with a snow shovel.I took this photo this morning as we were driving home from the supermarket tour.

Colour Your World: Mango Tango

Share Your World – January 16, 2017

Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

WardrobeFirst of all what is meant by a closet. In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue, discovered that the world was not flat and found a new country – well done. With time it was colonised by the british nation, who spoke english. In the meanwhile the actual words of the english language have differed somewhat in their meanings.

For me a closet is a toilet, and although I do happen to have my closet/toilet attached to the bedroom, the door remains closed. No, wait a minute, after checking on the computer I discover that a closet is actually what I would call a cupboard or a wardrobe, so now we are on the same wave length.

I have a wall cupboard/closet and because it is a combination of actually two and a half units with five doors, I keep them closed. There is also a danger that when I might leave the end cupboard open, because I am removing something, a feline will enter the bedroom and jump in the cupboard. Human pullovers and other articles of clothing are very comfortable for the relaxing feline body. Yes she has been locked in, but usually makes herself noticeable after a while by scratching on the door and meowing.

Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?

Our hotel days went long ago: Mr. Swiss on business trips and our joint holidays. The answer is yes, our bathroom cabinets are still full of minature bars of soap and various body lotions, but actually no shampoo. I cannot use anything on my hair and Mr. Swiss – well he does have some hair left, but it seems that men grow out of their hair with time.

What is your usual bedtime?

11.30 – Even my iPhone tells me that it is time for bed with one of those apps, although it also depends on whether I feel tired or not, but basically I am programmed for 11.30. I am a golden oldie so I can please myself.

Do you like to use post-it notes?

No, absolutely not. I would lose them, forget why I put them there in the first place, and my private paper life is reduced to a minimum. If there is something I must remember I have a smartphone where I can make a notice, which is on a cloud with my Apple computer and iPad. I am constantly surrounded by signals  – I prefer the acoustic version.

When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?

Write? Paper? Hmm, is that something we used to have? Cannot remember, perhaps it was a shopping list I wrote about 2 years ago. That also now floats on a cloud somewhere in my smartphone connected with Mr.Swiss.  We all float on clouds down here.

Any phobias?

Baby flies and other baby insects. How can a mother have such ugly revolting children and they arrive in hundreds, if not thousands. I don’t mind their parents, they are wonderful subjects for photos, but I do not really need any baby pictures in my collection.

How tall are you?

I think my ancestors were giants. I was the tallest in my class at school 1 m 75 cm (5 ft. 11 inches?), although I am probably now getting to the age when I begin to shrink. My dad was 6 feet tall, my mum 5 ft. 10 inches and my sons are 1 m 80 and 1 m 82. We live in a decimal world in Switzerland, but in England it was all feet and inches.

What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

Am I grateful for the snow last week, actually I am. I feel much better in the colder temperatures, and you can really take some interesting photos. My garden is full of birds pecking at the food I supply for them.

This week I have a few things I should organise: I got a letter from the state motor people reminding me that I should now have my test at the doctors to prove that I am still capable of driving a car at the age of 70. I am not sure I will pass that one. I have to walk backwards in a straight line, and I cannot even walk forwards in a straight line.

Share Your World – January 16, 2017

Daily Prompt: The Weekly Monday Marathon

Corridor

There is a pregnant silence (not Mrs. Angloswiss, it would be a biological miracle as a golden oldie), but the spectators are waiting and then she appears. Cheers arrive, the people are clapping but she raises her hands and they are silenced. The weekly corridor marathon is about to begin. For the last hour and a half she has been preparing, psychologically and physically. Her brain and body were both relaxing in the golden oldie midday sleep, knowing that preparations would be necessary for the work ahead.

She walked to the beginning of the corridor, making a careful study of the surfaces to be cleaned. The audience were now silent, not wanting to disturb the concentrated thoughts of our marathon runner. They knew it was not a case of being the quickest, but the most thorough, having the best results and the cleaned surfaces reflecting  afterwards. It would be a test of endurance

Kitchen sink

She approached the kitchen and began the carefully studied preparations, no race could be won without  plans. The sink was slowly filled with a hand controlled temperature of water, not too hot and not too cold, blood temperature. The crowd took a deep breath, recognising the precision that was now being applied. The cleaning utensils were ready: a flask of environment friendly cleaning liquid, and a drying cloth, cleanly laundered. In the sink an absorbant  cleaning glove. This was now a moment of precision, of exactly calculated muscle control. She removed the glove from the water, gave it a firm squeeze to release the overload of liquid, and the crowd held their breath, there was a tension in the air, would she, or could she? These questions were hanging in the air.

Mrs. Angloswiss put on her glove and made her initial movements on the frame of the kitchen door. “Oooh” was murmured by the spectators, but she cotinued regardles, losing no time, as time was important. To be at the top of the list you had no seconds to spare to look out of a window or take photographs. This was a work of careful calculation. She looked over her shoulder and saw that there were no compeitors in sight, she was alone with just a clock on the wall to tell her how much time she had to spare.

She progressed by wiping over the kitchen door and the side of the cupboard in the corridor. A sigh of relief could be heard as the final touches were made on the cupboard and first door of the corridor. A swift calculated wipe over with the glove and a drying motion with the special towel:  two doors and a cupboard were already completed, together with their frames. She walked on dauntless.

Now came the trcky part, but Mrs. Angloswiss had everything under control. A rub and a swipe over the surface of the main entrance  and shower door and she could continue. Now more speed was required. The three bedroom doors had to be cleaned on both sides: double work and needing double time. This was no problem – did she utter a profanity when pushing a piece of furniture away with her foot? It was disregarded by Mrs. Angloswiss and the crowd, there was no time to spare. The finishing line was already in view. Now it was necessary to cross the winning line. Yes she did it.

As she walked through the last boundary, her strength was almost diminished. There were beads if sweat on her brow, but she raised her gloved hand, dripping drops of cleaning liquid on her head and shook it defiantly. Yes, I can, she said. A small wipe for a woman, but a great clean for a corridor. She nodded to the onlookers, accepting her standing ovation with pride.

Computer

She was overwhelmed with likes and awarded a symbolic hand with a thumbs up sign. She sank to her computer to write all about it and took a selfie with her hand held mobile telephone camera for the record, whilst she enjoyed the awaiting sustaining break consisting of a glass of water to replenish the loss of liquid and a carnival cookie.

Daily Prompt: The Weekly Monday Marathon

Good Morning

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I asked Mr. Swiss how much snow we have now got in our area. He answered to measure the snow layer on the hedge because that is never walked on or cleared away, so  of course I took a photo and it must now be almost 20 centimeters – feet and inch people will have to do a calculation  x 2.54 or something like that. Anyhow you can measure it how you want to, but it is a lot of snow. Enough to make the journey to the edge of the garden spreading goodies for the birds, to resemble an arctic expedition. Up to now Mr.Swiss has returned safely. He will not let me go out there, as he would probably have to organise a rescue team.

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In the meanwhile the trees at the edge of our territory are being weighed down by the snow. I now appreciate the picturesque side of the snow as I now longer have to go anywhere. I still drift back to the memories of having to go to work, with no choice, and hoping to arrive safely with no road problems caused by snow storms. We now take it easy and move into the snow landscape around 10 in the morning when the roads are safe to drive on. It has now stopped snowing, and there could be an ice danger, but if the roads are clear there is nothing to freez.

Otherwise life goes on. Last week there was a small problem in Switzerland for those that have post office accounts. Most people do online banking today, whether your account is at a bank of perhaps the post office. I have both. It seems that access to Swiss post office accounts per computer was not possible. I heard it on the Swiss news. They were still investigating what happend. I did not need to access my account on that morning, although if you really needed real money you can go to the post office and withdraw it. They always tell you when these things are not working, but to discover when they work again, you must continuously check yourself. I discovered the problem was a 1-2 hour problem and it is now working again.

My No. 1 son returned to work today.He had extended leave, because he still had some holiday left from last year which he had to use up. He never complains and I heard him leave on his way this morning around 7. He walks, so had his yeti boots on. Now we can eat brussel sprouts again with lunch, as son No. 1 very rarely eats green vegetables. It does tend to restrict the choice of veg and I am fed up with eating carrots and peas.

At the moment I feel like I am living in that Fargo film, where everywhere is white, and the police are dressed for the snow in their lovely thick jackets and boots. They make it look so easy in the film.

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And now to move on wilst the goind is good. I have ticked off my early morning duties and now move onto phase 2, the cleaning of the state of the appartment.

Blackbrds

This is an action photo, just taken in front of the garden with two blackbird visitors.My robin also just appeared. We have one, but I have not yet been able to capture him on a photo. They seem to be very shy, and also the lonesome hunters, always appearing on their own.

Have a nice day everyone, I am now off to do a far far better thing that I do everything morning.