Share Your World – May 8, 2017

When you’re alone at home, do you wear shoes, socks, slippers, or go barefoot?

I go barefoot in the slippers at home. I used to walk around barefoot, but it is not longer possible with my walking style. The worst thing I can put on my feet would be anything nylon, I hate nylon stockings.

What was your favorite food when you were a child?

My mum always said it was fish fingers, as if one day I would marry, my poor husband would have to live on fish fingers. They were not my favourites, but one of them. I liked a few things, ice cream, salted peanuts, fish and chips (back to chips).

Are you a listener or talker?

Some Most will say I am a talker, but I also listen now and again.

Favorite thing to (pick one):  Photograph?  Write? Or Cook?

Photography and writing, for me it goes together. I do not mind cooking, but have to be in the mood.


What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

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We are still living in a world that is slowly  being demolished under the name of improvement. Everywhere I look for the past month I see styrofoam pieces, bricks, and stone rubble. My home and the block are encased in steel scaffolding. The only one enjoying the fun is my cat Tabby as she now has her own staircase outside and when the workers are gone in the evening, she takes over.

The past week was a rainy week. It is good for the garden, but just now and again I like to take a walk somewhere without an umbrella.

Next week there are a few dentist and doctor appointments, shared by Mr. Swiss and me. It will make a change to go places and see people and enjoy something completely different. The dentist is always good for a surprise.

Share Your World – May 8, 2017

Daily Prompt: I am never bitter, almost never

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Personally I have never been bitter about anything, so what am I supposed to write about? Ok, a Pulither prize would be nice for my blogging efforts, but you cannot have everything, and as long as no-one else here gets one, I can live with it. The same goes for the Nobel prize for services to the blogging community. I work my fingers almost to the bone on my keyboard on the computer, I take photos of everyone and everything, with no prizes for anything: above all no cheques in the post.  As I said I am not bitter, but just do not tell everyone in the reader of all the prizes and rewards you have got for your blogging efforts, unless I get there first of course. I do not mind anyone getting the second or third prize, even a runner up, but it must be me first, although as I said I would not be bitter about it, just a little worked up and annoyed. I might not even talk to you again or leave a like on your blog.

Of course I could twitter about all the wrongs that have been done to me by ignoring my talents as the best blogger and first of course, I am always the first. Just a tweet in the right place at the right time, telling everyone how I have been ignored, reminding everyone that I am the best. Of course I have the most followers, everyone flocks to see what I will write next. Some say this is not true, but I just ignore them, because that is all fake news.

I must now go, the postman has arrived with a suspicious envelope – it might be my nomination as Blogger of the Year. Must quickly put some makeup on, there might be some photographers from the local newspaper wanting to take my photo.

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Daily Prompt: Daily Prompt: I am never bitter, almost never

Good Morning


Today I had a concert in front of my bedroom window that began at 7.00 a.m. I thought Charles Ives had returned. He was an American and one of the first composers to engage in a systematic program of experimental music, The Unanswered Question being his most well known work. One of his experiements was in the town where he lived. He was standing on the church tower and organised bands to march on the roads leading to the tower, all playing something else. This morning the builders were on the tower playing the drill and hammer and I was lying in bed trying to rescue the remainder of my sleep. As if this was not bad enough when I arrived in the kitchen another shock was awaiting me.

Mr. Swiss always buys one of those breads to finish off in the oven for Sunday, making it nice and warm and fresh. Yesterday we ate something else the baking of the bread was forgotten. When I arrived at the bread board this morning I found three lonely stale remainders of the bread from last Friday. I am not really spoilt and can always find a solution somewhere, but this time I was a little worried. My teeth no longer enjoy grinding down archaic stone age bread rests in the morning for breakfast. An alternative breakfast does not exist for me as my digestive system cannot cope with cereal and milk and I do not like yogurt.

I am not blaming anyone for fogetting to bake the bread, although I never really bother with the process – less said is perhaps better. However, where there is a will there is a way and I had a brilliant idea. We have two toasters: one is for toasting four pieces of bread at once, and the other for only two pieces. I chose the four piece toaster and sliced the raw unbaked bread and toasted it. It was great, a real feast for a Monday morning.

In the meanwhile the builders continued undaunted in slowly demolishing the surface of our building.


Where there used to be pictures of flowering plants, fresh green leaves and even birds singing in the bushes, we now have heaps of styrofoam. Did you know that the lumps of the styrofoam are just the peak of the iceberg. If it happens to be windy, even a slight breeze, the remainder of the foam flies in the air and you are sure it must be  snowing outside.

In the meanwhile another person has appeared on the scaffolding, but this time on the other side of the appartment. We are surrounded, under attack from both sides. I recognised this building warrior as the person that removed our wonderful sheltering blinds from the window, leaving us exposed to light, and the sun’s rays. He has returned to removed the sun blind: the large cover on the porch to keep us safe from intense heat in the summer. We could replace the other blinds on the window with a new system for us, which we paid for ourselves. There are no replacements for a sun blind and this will only be replaced as an epilogue to the concert being performed outside, the last movement I could say.

Life can only get better – a last picturesque photo of life in a small Swiss village where the cows and foxes used to say good night to each other, now replaced by the silence of the drills and hammers.

Removal of sun blind

I would add that all photos are Angloswiss originals, all taken during the process of writing this memorable report on the current actions.