Good Morning

It is not such a good morning really. I sit here at the computer and my head feels like it is stuffed with cotton wool with a running tap at the front. Mr. Swiss can never keep anything to himself, he is so generous, he has to share everything and so he is sharing his cold with me, although it is a hand me down. He had already moved on and now it is my turn. I am increasing the turnover in the sales of boxes of paper handkerchiefs and leaving a trail behind me. This morning when I left my bed I had to step over those that I had thrown out of my bed during the night. Mr. Swiss asked “were you awake all night?” As I deemed this to be a silly question, I decided to ignore it as I was tempted to give a silly answer. But life must go on, and a woman does not let herself be defeated by a simple head cold, even if you have the impression that it is worth an entry in the Guiness book of records and after all it is not as bad as a man cold, where the patient suffers.

Dinner 16.01.2017

No.1 son has now returned to work, so I made the most of it yesterday by cooking brussel sprouts. They had a special thing with cordon bleu in the local supermarket. That is a slice of meat, usually pork, cut through the middle and a slice of cheese place in the cut. It is then breadcrumbed and the fried. They had a selection in the supermarket of different sorts, with little flags in them showing which Kanton they represented. We both chose the one from Kanton Ticino, the Italian part of Switzerland as it had mozarella cheese and dried ham. I fried some frozen potato cubes with it. It was OK, but far too much. Mr. Swiss and I agreed that one piece of meat would have been enough

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In the meanwhile we are surrounded by blackbirds. They are everywhere. Mrs. Blackbird sits on the hedge and watches every momement I make.The others are busy digging into the snow to discover if there is anything worth eating below, It was a cold night and Mr. Swiss tells me that the snow was frozen this morning.

Due to having a stuffed head yesterday evening I decided that reading was not the idea and so I watched television. There was a programme about various serial killers, two from Russia and one from Austria. I remember the Austrian case, Jack Unterweger. He was not a bad looking guy, and had a talent for writing: so much so that people decided he must be innocent, after being found guilty of killing a few ladies of the street, and so eventually he was set free. He went to America and suddenly dead prostitutes were appearing in the places where he was living. One thing lead to another and he was arrested. This was now the time of DNA proof, although they caught him because of the unique way he tied a knot in the rope around their necks. He never got to know about the DNA proof because in the meanwhile he committed suicide. It was a strange and interesting case, and I remember the it quite well as it all happened in the nineties.

And now to the meaning of life. I will drag my tired and weary bones around the appartment leaving a trail of handkerchiefs behind me and make preparations for an excursion into the unknown world of the supermarket.It is a far far better thing I am doing than I have ever done – famous last words. Aahhhhtishooooooo.

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14 thoughts on “Good Morning

  1. I am sorry about the cold. Winter always seems to be like this. I have to call the doctor in the morning because breathing is so difficult. Winter. I set up a cold-mist humidifier this evening and it seems to be helping. I’m going to make chili tomorrow. Something with a bit of gusto … also something I can taste through the cold 🙂

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    • Luckily I have no breathing problems, just a stupid cough and sneezing and feeling read to meet the grim reaper, although he is staying away because he says it is probably contigious. At the moment food does not interst me so much as my taste buds have also been attacked. It can only get better I hope


  2. When a man has a cold, not only the patient suffers. But we won’t speak about that. 😉
    Horrible about those murderers, like Alberta’s Robert Picton. I feel for these poor street girls who take a risk with every ‘date’, but feel they have no options.
    Wishing you a speedy recovery. One needs one’s brain to write blog posts, so take care of yourself.

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    • Therefore I suffer double at the moment. I have a stupid fascination for those serial murder stories. I will have to look at Robert Picton, it seems that every country has its own lunatic. My brain is now attempting to return, although it is somehow enschrouded in a cloud, but I hope it will clear soon. I have a quest to fulfil here on wordpress.


  3. I guess it’s a global epidemic. I had to run two errands today — one to the store, one to the post office — and my first stop at the store was the cold medicine aisle and there I saw it had been ravaged by the other citizens of Monte Vista who seem to be in the throes of this, too. If I could sleep at night, I would be happier (and probably healthier, sooner). Take care of you.

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    • Luckily I managed the shopping yesterday morning so I do not need so much at the moment. However tomorrow is weekend shopping and if Mr. Swiss is still suffering (man cold) I might even have to take the car and drive to the supermarket, which I have not done for a few months. My No.2 son lives in the Schaffhausen area on the other side of Switzerland, and has also been off work with flu etc. so it really seems to be everywhere.

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