I happened to have my zoom lens on the camera. I was on a walk and turned towards our town of Solothurn which is actually a distance along the road and shot this photo. The St. Urs Cathedral is always present being the highest building, but I was surprised the way the smaller buildings were settled around it along our connecting road.
Otherwise today is one of those days where I hugged the bed too long, although what difference does 30 minutes make when you are a golden oldie. Anyhow I eventually arrived at the breakfast table, fired up the computer and was ready to go and then it happened. I had a weak golden oldie moment. Somehow I stepped on the wrong keys and had a WordPress screen resolution (mark the expert description) which was twice as big as usual. I called for help, but Mr. Swiss did not hear me. I knew it was a simple matter of a Ctrl with a key, but as it does not happen every day, I could not remember which key. In the meanwhile I gave up and fired up my Apple computer. Mr. Swiss arrived and observed the problem, but it remained at an observation as he could not remember the simple solution.
I did a google search, and eventually arrived where I wanted to go. It is so easy, but being golden oldies we remember the complicated difficult things in life, and forget the easy solution. All it needed on the WordPress page was a Ctrl or Strg “-” and you had your screen organised again. Of course the opposite would be achieved by using the “+” sign. Why is it that you could cause crockery to break, burn oil in a pan, not find your keys and you survive, but when the computer has a problem, it is a grave problem where you collapse in despair and scream for help (Mr. Swiss). Luckily it is Saturday so I do not have to go places and do things, and I do not even have any ironing to do today. I have now calmed down.
Yesterday I at last made my long awaited visit to the hairdresser. She asked “how?” and I said “short” so now it is short, very short, but I am happy. I was going on my own with the car, but Mr. Swiss decided he had a few things in town to care for and came with me but he let me drive. As we returned home from shopping in the morning he managed to drop a freshly bought jar of jam on the floor. Luckily it was only glass splinters and the jam remained compact sticking to the glass, but he decided he could use the opportunity to replace the broken jar and otherwise made a tour of the town. I was in the middle of my haircut when he walked into the salon. It was only me and Heidi (my hairdresser) so he took a seat and we had a catching up conversation about this and that (Heidi also being a neighbour) whilst she was snipping away.
As the golden sun sunk slowly in the East (I know it should be West, but I took the photo facing East) we sped on our way home. I had a meal to prepare, but only for Mr. Swiss and me. No. 1 son had gone to town – there was some sort of modern concert which he was attending.