And the good morning greeting is not extra terrestial, but a language spoken on our planet.
The snow is still laying around, but not so much and it has begun to rain, so it looks like a wet day today. It began welll with two visitors at 8.00 a.m. They are here to replace our broken bowl in the bathroom. It is the third bowl that we have had to replace in the last 15 years. They are very fragile and crack easily. The guys wanted to come at 7.30 already, but that was a little too early for us golden oldies. Usually we had only one guy that did the job, and did it very well and efficiently. I do not know why it has to be two now. The bowls are not heavier. Seems to me that are more into discussions as actual manual work.
It seems the discussions about my new sink are quite intensive amongst the work brigade, must be their first job. The last time the guy just completely broke the old bowl with a hammer, knocked it out and replaced it. These two probably find that the work needs more the delicate touchof an analyser. The old bowl has now been removed and work begins on the replacement.
I am not sure whether I will be greeting tomorrow morning or not. I have an appointment with my specialist at 8.30 in the morning and will not be here. Why do these doctors have to start work so early? Tomorrow morning I will have to rise at the crack of dawn, eat breakfast, shower and then go into town with my chauffeur Mr. Swiss. This time it will all be about allowing me to drive a car or not. My chances do not look so good, and I am not so bothered. It seems there was quite a serious accident caused by an MS sufferer as she had a push whilst behind the steering wheel and now they are careful about allowing people like me to drive. I can understand it actually.
A short cleaning session in the appartment and eventually a journey to the unknown. Today we are hunting for food again, although have no idea what I need.
See you around later
I just discovered that the bird that pecks at my food outside the window is not a sparrow, but a so-called coal tit, according to the words of bird watcher Mr.Swiss. I have now renamed them all in my collection. He found it obvious that they were not sparrows, but for me if it has some brown feathers, then it must be a sparrow. We only had sparrows and pigeons in London.