Yesterday we saw the sun again. It was not a spectacular display, but it came and went for an hour. Even some snow melted in its path, but as soon as it disappeared ice replaced the melted snow. They are the moments of Winter you treasure. Funny how I used to hate the Winter and the snow and ice it brought with it and now I have learned to appreciate it, althugh I only venture out in a car and I am not driving.
Certain trees present interesting shapes when they are covered with snow.
Did I ever tell you what a generous person Mr. Swiss is, he gives me everything, including a cough and cold that he has been brooding out the past week. I spent the last night coughing more than sleeping and he did not even hear me. Luckily it is more a nose cold than a throat cold If I had a throat cold, I really feel like a stuffed chicken. Nose colds are easier to manage, it is like having a running tap instead of a nose. Unfortuately my nose is king sized, and its capacity for sneezing and using up boxes of paper handkerchiefs, knows no bounds. Mr. Swiss tells me today his cold is now on the way out, which is obvious as mine is on the way in. It is the stuffy head that goes with it that I am not so keen on. However I should be glad it is not a “man” cold, as they are much worse.
I try to avoid politics on my daily ramblings in the morning, but I am so fed up with seeing that carrot headed specimen of a Trump on my TV news. Yesterday they showed an early interview with a journalist, and he looked almost normal, with grey hair. Does he really find it necesary to look like something out of a vegetable patch? Does he think it improves his image, and makes him more attractive? Our Swiss politicians are not in the running for a Mr. Universe, but they are homely types that you would almost trust with the door key, or you would invite them in for a cup of tea. Imagine a Trump ringing the doorbell, I would not even open the door after looking through the spy hole .
I noticed that WordPress have yet made a few small cosmetic changes on the dashboard page. I now have a pretty little bell on the righthand top corner to show that someone is calling with a message. If there is something that has arrived, it is decorated with a little orange dot – how imaginative. Also I get a quicker entrance to my reader. Although on my iPad, instead of getting the follower group I often land on discovery beccause the two sections are too close for a golden oldie.
Taling of golden oldies, Mr. Swiss had a problem this morning. Yesterday he had to restart his iPad – no problem, so do I now and again, just a simple process. However, he discovered that some of his apps had disappeared, the little squares on the front page, and replaced by others which he did not want. After 10 minutes of profanities and slight excitement he realised he had his old iPad which ws replaced because it had signs of old age. I think he may be showing signs of colour blindness as the covers of the two iPads are different colours, but these things can happen as soon as you get to the golden years.
And now I am on my way to do what I have to do. Do not despair, after my battle with the bathroom and kitchen I will be back to tell more of the adventures in AngloSwiss country, of my achievements and disappointments, just the battles to be fought in a normal average household. I am now surrounded by silence, Mr. Swiss has fulfilled his purpose in the life of a vacuum cleaner.
The local psychiatric clinic with the Jura mountains in the background and in front of the clinic the farm – photo taken yesterday on the way to a safari at the local supermarket.