It is raining, a dull day, but I am happy. There is always a silver lining somewhere. It is now week-end and week-ends are something I sort of pushed to one side when I became a retired golden oldie. Who needs them when every day is a week-end I thought. I have now realised that I belong to the privilidged few because not everyone gets a permaent week-end. I decided to take a photo to commorate the occasion of a peaceful two days of rest, where I will not be woken by the trampling of workers boots on the scaffolding and the sight of men handling drills and other such tools. They now have their well-earned week-end and we have two days of peace.
I now have time to study the development of the surroundings. The wild meadow is growing and the lilac tree is in full bloom. Mr. Swiss was outside taking a look at our mini estate and his first words when he returned were “A wonderful peace outside”.
Despite the raindrops that kept falling on my head, I ventured further into the garden and saw that my peonies had buds. I planted them many years ago. The German word translated is “Whit roses” and they are always flowering at Whitsun.
Otherwise life goes on. I noticed the Brits will soon be voting. I am still a Brit, they have not yet taken my citizenship away. I thought I could join in with the vote and on Facebook I am permanently being invited with a link to a British government site, to register if I am living abroad. I have not had residency in England since 1966, but once a Brit always a Brit. I was mistaken. You are only a Brit if you have lived in England 15 years ago. I carefully followed the steps on the online registration and when I got to page 3 I was told “you do not qualify, you have not been living in Britain for more than 15 years”. What a take on, although I must admit I no longer hold a British passport. It expired two years ago and after my dad passed on, I never bothered to renew it: too expensive and complicated.
If I voted in England, I would not have a great choice in any case. The UKIP was a flash in the pan. Since Britain is doing Brexit, they are now wandering around like a chicken without a head. The Labour Party is bordering on Marxism and so you are only left with the Conservatives. Theresa May is doing her best I suppose. I just wish she would find herself a better tailor. She always seems to have bulges and creases in everything she wears.
Anyhow I can always vote in Switzerland. We have referendums every two months for something or the other. At the moment we have voted for our local council. Mr. Swiss filled it in and I signed, so everything remains the same and who cares. The people making decisions in Feldbrunnen are really of no interest in international news. Enjoy the week-end and the peace and quiet – you never know if there will be an invasion from a building troop. Yesterday was Friday, so Mr. Swiss was driving because there is always a problem with parking at the supermarket. Of couse I have no problem parking the car, but he tends to get nervous. I was again in the passenger seat armed with my camera. It had been a long while, but I could catch up on the scenery as we drove along.