When I drag myself out of the bed in the morning and stumble bleary eyed to the kitchen one of my first thoughts, to wake myself up, is to take a look at the sunrise. Will it be one of those wonderful stunning Hollywood unique skies, showing a rising sun, or will it be a grey rainy one, more like a French “film noir”? This morning it was OK. Fluffy white clouds and a hint of sunshine at the edge. I decided it would be safe to continue my operations in the kitchen preparing my breakfast.
There is no more feeding of the birds in the morning. Their bird house still has a remainder of seed, and the weather is now good enough for them to fend for themselves. I will miss the chief crow in the morning and the magpies sitting in the tree, waiting to pounce at what the crows have left. We will now have to find a new remedy for the remains of the bread. I do not like eating the end piece of bread, because it tends to dry out overnight. I know, I am spoilt.
When I see the famine conditions in Somali I should be ashamed of myself. We will never learn. I still have the memories of the Biafra famine as a result of the Nigerian civil war in the sixties. I heard a report on the news that thanks to help organisations, it is possible to bring food to the starving, but a solution has not yet been found to solving the whole famine problem.
Whilst on politics, I noticed that no-one in Europe wants to receive a visit from the Turkish minister. The Netherlands prevented his plane landing at the airport and Switzerland has cancelled any speeches he was planning to make when visiting the country, with the result that he will not be coming because quite frankly speakin, he is unwelcome here. In the meanwhile Erdogan, the prime minister of Turkey, is making speeches calling everyone else a Nazi and fascist, and that from a man who is in a unique position as a prime minister that has passed laws to ensure he will never loose the job, and wanting to pass more laws to make sure. I wonder where he got his ideas from, but no, he established his ideas as the first. In the meanwhile there is still a German journalist in prison in Istanbul for saying things that Erdogan did not agree with, and we are the Nazis? What a mad world this is becoming.
In the meanwhile, look what I found in the kitchen cupboard, whilst searching for something. A paket containing one of the last carnival cookies available. Apparently it is a remainder from a paket Mr. Swiss bought. Carnival finished almost two weeks ago, so I assume that it will soon be eaten. You cannot keep carnival cookes for an unlimited time. They are a pastry deep fried in fat, and coated with icing sugar. Mr. Swiss said he would be eating it, the question is when: I hope very soon.
I noticed that our american colonists are doing something with the time today. It seems they have moved the time an hour forward, meaning that I will get my daily prompt at 3.00 p.m. instead of 2.00 p.m. This will not be a big problem, as I never begin before 3.00 p.m. in any case. This also means that my good morning piece of world literature will also arrive later, so do not fear. It is all due to daylight saving and not because I have decided to hug my bed linen longer. With the great weather we are having at the moment, I usually take a walk at the beginning of the afternoon, so it does not really make a big difference to my time table.
Today is Sunday, day of rest for the non housewife domestic fairies, although no problem. I have everything under control. My crocus are now showing themselves from their best stide in the garden, so what could possibly go wrong 🙂