Daily Prompt: This is my land, if it is OK with you

Police radar 14.12 (2)

There is always something or someone that wants to interfere with your territorial rights, it must be something to do with human nature. One morning we left our garage for town and this mysterious object was position just by the exit. It was a radar control. Our speed must not exceed 30 kph and the powers that be, traffic police, probably needed money and were controlling their territory for speed maniacs. Life is full of  territorial rights.

As soon as we enter the world, we are given a name: first establishment of territory. From that day onwards your name is the first thing entered into an official document. Every morning in school the teacher would call out the names of the class members, and we would answer “here” or something like that. Not just a ransom call out, no in alphabetical order and thus your life is forever deemed to a certain order. My last name began with an “R” meaning I had to be patient throughout my life, as “R” is in the last half of the alphabet. It could have been worse. My surname could have been “Zack” and then I would really have been doomed as the last in any list.

Being a female has an advantage, at least it did. In Switzerland if you marry today, you can choose to keep your own surname as a Mrs. or take your husband’s surname. This can be an advatage if you wish to be at the beginning of the list, especially if your husband is a Mr. Adam. When I got married the choice was not yet legal, so I automatically climbed the list by taking Mr. Swiss surname, which was in the first third of the alphabet. I can assure you this was not the reason why we got married.

So my territorial rights were established, but where does the territory begin and end. If you are born into royalty, or you are a millionaire, then all this has no real meaning. Your birthright or bank account solves many territorial problems. I am sure that the Queen of England or Donald Trump rarely found a speed measuring device as they left the palace or White House, they were exempt from such territorial markings.

I once had my purse stolen with many territorial markings, credit cards and official Swiss identity card. I soon realised that my territory had also been stolen. Who was I? I visited the local authorities and ordered a new identity card, its loss also being reported to the official police department. Cost approximately 70 Swiss Francs for a new card. And then the odyssey began at various banks to stop my card being used and ordering new cards. This all takes time, and money. Eventually it was done and I regained my territorial rights.

You have a computer? Of course, otherwise you would not be here, but you also have a password to get into the computer. It is your territory. May you never forget or lose the password as that can can lead to a territorial loss and a complete break down when wanting to enter certain places on the computer. Of course there are always people you can call at certain telephone numbers which is usually combined with a waiting game on the telephone. It seems you are not the only person that has forgotten the password. Today it is a contagious illness, the Lost Password Syndrome, many of us have it, it is highly contagious. The computer is more than your territory, it is your life, never forget that. For this reason I do not like anyone entering my cyber territory without my permission, it has become the second handbag, and who likes others prying into the secrets of your purse?

One day you will be no more: you think it is now all done with? Forget it. An official certificate must be issued to prove that you are no more. It no longer matters about the letter on the name, as the alphabet is no longer important. Of course your grave is marked with your name, but take a closer look at the local cemetery. All graves have a number, the territory must be officially registered with a number – who needs a name.

Daily Prompt: This is my land, if it is OK with you

Good Morning

Back garden

Our home life at the moment is circled around what we have to do when the builders arrive next week. After re-reading the instruction papers that we all received I discovered that we have quite a few things to do, mainly shifting stuff to other places.

Yes we received instructions, or are they threats. I am slowly getting the feeling that I have been enlisted into some sort of building army, where I have to follow orders. Our porch must be cleared and we have two porches. It actually says the places where we sit. Two men will arrive tomorrow to move our overlarge heavy table into the cellar. We will shift the chairs ourselves. That leaves an oversized window box which we might, or might not, have to move. We await further instructions, no commands, when they arrive.


Now that is a heavey window box and I have everlasting sweet pea that climb during the summer and a climbing rose, although the rose has its roots in front of the neighbouring hedge. This might get complicated, as all hedges will be removed which does not bother me so much. The hedges were already there when we moved in and they are privet. Who likes privet? I do not, they are boring and good for nothing. I do not really need a hedge around my garden, but as said we are in the army and have to fall in with instructions, otherwise we might get detention. We have got detention, the command says that from April to November we will be under siege from the builders and there is no escape route to the outside. I am not sure if we have to show our identification to leave and enter.

I spent some time with my camera yesterday taking photos of the present condition of the home, not barracks as it has now become. If I am going to write building blog of the year, I should have some photos. All going well, and not being sentenced to exile by the building army in the meanwhile, I have planned to bore everyone with a separate almost daily building blog. It will be better on its own, as otherwise it will ruin my concept of blog for the next half a year. My next door neighbour has already lamented the fact that we will be incarcerrated for a complete half year, not being allowed out to sit or even eat our midday food outside. That is also what will be my problem. I think I will call my blog “The Lost Summer”.

Horse Chestnut and Hostas

I also have a growing chestnut tree in a pot on the porch on the other side of the appartment. This tree is my baby, grown from a chestnut that I planted. It has never flowered in the last ten years, but you never know. I will enlist the help of my strong son to shift the pot into the middle of the front garden, which is more suitable, as this porch must also be cleared it seems.

Yes it will be a fun summer, I cannot wait. I am still thinking about how to break the news to my cat. Tabby will be disappointed when she no longer has a comfortable place to sleep outside and she does not like noise. Mr. Swiss said yesterday there will be a lot of building noise, but being an ex-London person, that does not bother me so much – I grew up in noise.

And now to a normal day with a shopping trip to the supermarket and planning on meals to serve for the next two days. Today is a stay at home afternoon as I have a shower to clean and do not have the strength to go for walks daily.

Enjoy youselves, see you around