Colour Your World: Banana Mania

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Bananas are healthy, after all it is the first fruit that you eat as a baby. Just mix it with the milk, even a baby can digest a banana. Mum would even make banana sandwiches for tea in East London. We were a working class family and a banana sandwich did not cost so much. Two slices of bread spread with butter, and a mashed banana in between, or perhaps you prefer your banana sandwich with slices of banana.

I still eat bananas today for health reasons, to regulate the digestive system, although apparently if you are diabetic they do tend to have too much sugar. You can never do anything right it seems to me. The banana in the photo I took must have really been a good banana, even a fly decided to have a taste. I think this was one of my first experiments with my new macro lens.

Colour Your World: Banana Mania

Daily Prompt: Cannot Resist


There are so many things that I cannot resist, but that makes it all worth while I suppose. There are some things I wish I could resist, which causes more problems than it should.

I continuously write a daily blog, or two, or three, or even more. If I see the word “challenge” I am there examining what it is all about. I am no longer as good a moving as I was, we all have problems as we grow older and mine is moving. My brain still functions, at least I think it does. “Brain how are we doing?” “Not too bad, but I sometime have problems keeping up with you.”

I often think of stopping my blogging, but there would probably be something missing from the daily routine. I take photos everywhere because I might need them for a blog, or just because I want to take a photo. I upload books continuousy on my Kindle, because I cannot resist reading a good book. I think they are good, perhaps not everone’s taste, but who cares. I read them not everyone else. What would a day be without fulfilling the daily prompt. I a sure I would survive, but what else shall I write. i must admit I am not always prompted by these prompts, but I never seem to be at a loss for words (according to Mr. Swiss). What does he do when I am blogging – no idea, but he never seems to be bored. I sometimes hear jazz music from his room or perhaps the TV.

Ok, I suppose the brain does slow down when we get older. Lunch time today I was frying two small pieces of meat for lunch for Mr. Swiss and I. Suddenly I remembered that I had left my iPad, or was it my mobile phone, in another room. On the way I got distracted by something. I cannot even remember what it was. Suddenly I heard a sort of noise in the kitchen, a crackle,  and found a pan with melted butter, which was on the verge of turning into a fire. I cannot remember that I actually turned on the heat on the pan, but I probably did. I decided that cold water would not be the solution for the smoking pan of butter and so I took a metal stand outside on the porch and balanced the pan on it and waited until the fumes and smoke subsided. These things can happen but should not. It smelt quite strong and burnt, but I was the only one who noticed.  I have the strange feeling that had I not noticed this small oversight, the pan and the kitchen might have caught on fire. Now tht would make an interesting blog with perhaps the one word title “Ignite”.

In the meanwhile our plumber arrived to examine the crack in our sink in the bathroom. Someone dropped something on it. Actually that someone opened a cupboard above the sink and something fell out. It will be replaced, no problem, we are insured. It is the third sink we have had replaced within the last 10 years: must be weak material, although the plumber said if it was steel it would have a dent and also have to be replaced.

Now and again I cannot resist complaining about something political, but at the moment it seems everyone is complaining, rightly, about something political.

And my inspiration has now gone and I have again blogged – just could not resist it.

Daily Prompt: Cannot Resist

Good Morning, سهار مو پخير

My greeting this morning is in Pashto which is spoken in Afghanistan and also Pakistan according to my Internet information.

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Birds find a place everywhere for their nests. This one was sitting on the window sill in front of the blind opposite. At the top of the blinds there is a hollow space and in Spring it is not unusual for them to build their nest there. However, it is not such a good thing, as all sorts of insects also feel at home in the bird’s nests. This little bird was probably reserving its place for Spring.

Yesterday we had another one of those little accidents resulting in a cracked sink in the bathroom. It is not the first time. The porcelain is so fragile and it does not need a lot. Something dropped and  arrived in the wrong place. Luckily we have a double sink. The insurance has been informed and so has the repair man, so now it is just a case of waiting for it to be replaced. I am now searching for some sort of fitted cover for the sinks to stop it from happening again. I think it is the third replacement of a sink.Anyhow we had a bit of excitement for a change.

Yesterday was the day that Tabby paid her annual visit to the vet for her jabs. She was a good girl and made no big fuss. The vet said she was in good condition for a 15 year old feline, but had collected some dental scale (brown stains) on her teeth on the way. At the moment it was not so bad, but not something that can just be removed without being put to sleep. The vet said at the moment it is OK, but when we notice she stops wanting to eat and salive runs out of her mouth, then it is time to do something about it. We are not very happy about this, as it is always a risk giving an animal anaesthetic, and it was under anaesthetic that we lost Nera, although Nera was overweight and probably had a weak heart. Tabby is quite active and still springs around and often has a mad few minutes when she chases objects that we cannot see.

I finished my book yesterday. I was at a loss of what to read, but someone her mentioned Ken Follet, who is one of my favourite authors, so I chose one of his books, “Paper Money”. I was a little put off when I read the introduction by Ken Follett himself. It was one of his first books, written before he wrote “The Eye of the Needle” one of his best and he found it not so good. It tells of a day in the life of various people, financiers, a minister, a crook and  a newpaper reporter amongst others. Gradually throught he day they come together and a story is born. When I finished the book I found it to be quite good, something different, although I am not usually keen on books that take place in a day. However the story developed quite well. Where I have to laugh often is if there is a gangster, a 100% criminal, they almost always originate in the East End of London, Bethnal Green, my home territory as was the case in this book as well. True, there was an underworld of sorts, but only if you were involved with it. My dad was not a gangster, and went to work daily to his factory. Mum was a housewife and now and again had a part time job. I remember she once worked in the city offices as an office cleaner. She had to start work early in the morning and have everything ready before the office workers arrived, so no gangsters or tarts in the family.

I am now on my way, today they let me out to do some shopping, take some photos on the way and generally enjoy the freedom of our daily life. I will be back. I saw that Mr. Trump is still there, but things are quiet at the moment as the poor man now has a well deserved holiday probably to recover from writer’s cramp. I read somewhere in one of those silly newspapers online that if he does visit her majesty in England, she has the right to kill him – now that is going perhaps a little too far.