Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: June 4, 2017


I was in No. 1 son’s room and saw these on a shelf and just had to take a photo – they were born to be an odd ball.

Road to Langendorf 29.05 (3)

Life is never boring at the red light. Even their mirrors might show an odd ball.


When one of our builders asks to enter our hobby room in the basement so that he can get to the metal guard to the window in the wall, then you have to smell oddball somewhere. After the grid was removed one of the workers was balanced on the edge doing something to the wall. Me, I went down to the hobby room, opened the window and held my camera facing upwards.

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: June 4, 2017

Daily Prompt: Thoughts on the Distance of Barking

In the air - View over the Thames

Did you see the news today? Terrorists (a new name for murderers) decided to take a drive in their white bus on London bridge and killed a few people, just at random, all in the name of… no idea. It could have been me on a holiday in London visiting my dad and on an evening excursion into the center of London. It happened on London Bridge which is the next bridge to the Tower Bridge, but names are distant if you do not know London. I know London very well.

I read today that arrests have been made after a raid on an apprtment in Barking. Barking? never heard of it? Oh yes, I have. When mum and dad were forced to leave the East End, Bethnal Green, because their house was at last being demolished, they moved to Essex, a bordering area to London. It was so bordering that London has now taken it over and this part is now referred to as being part of London.

They moved to Dagenham, beause dad was working in Dagenham at the Ford Motor Works and it meant that for his last years as a working man he no longer had to travel such a large distance to get to work. He could now take the bus, instead of the underground railway.

Dagenham was Dagenham, but even that changed and now it is known as the London Borough of Dagenham and Barking and so we are now also connected to Barking which is the next area. There is no border line between Dagenham and Barking and even the people all look the same. It is an area of various nationalities, but nothing special, because if you grow up, work and live in London, it is a mixture. What is a Londoner? The Londoner could come from anywhere and everywhere, but he feels at home in the town. If you live in the  Barking area, in my case Dagenham, it was a place like any other. I do not live there, because I moved to Switzerland 50 years ago, but I know it  through many visits to mum and dad. I got to know the local train station, the busses, the places where you could go shopping, it was a second home, even a a distance.

And today I read that people had been arrested in a raid on appartments in Barking as being connected with the assasination of innocent people on London Bridge. This is the latest develoopment in pointless murders of innocent people. You have probably never heard of Barking. The only association up to now was thinking the place had a connection to dogs. Oh yes, there are dogs on the streets, and people, and children and now there might be terrorists amongst us.

Just a name in a headline “Barking” that means nothing to those reading the latest online news, but there are murderers amongst us it seems, living their lives without suspicion. The photo is from a take off from London City airport, also in the area. It does not show Barking, but it all borders the River Thames. I do not have any photos of Barking, only Dagenham, but it is all in the same area. Today Barking was in the news, because perhaps there might be a connection to the barbarous murders of innocent people who happend to be taking a walk on London Bridge on a Saturay evening, or perhaps spending an enjoyable evening in restaurants near London Bridge. Who knows, I know Dagenham, but now Barking as well, but it is all in the distance.

Daily Prompt: Thoughts on the Distance of Barking

Good Morning


Can you see them? They have returned and my cat just looks on. They decide to attack in pairs, both coming from the right, but the chief is ahead. Yes, it looks like it will be a slug summer this year. First of all freezing temperatures in April, and afterwards days of the hot sun beating down resulting in just one iris in my usual bed of at least twenty, and mega hosta leaves, ready for an entry in the Guiness Book of records and now we have the monsoon.

Yesterday evening as I was sitting outside on the porch reading, the rain began to fall. It was no problem for me as I was sheltered. Even the thunder and lightening did not bother me at first until a streak of lightening arrived in a bright yellow-orange colour. I decided it was time to go inside or put on my sun glasses. And then it did not just rain, but it poured. The builders had removed the porch tiles along the edge on the ground to simplify their work, although I have not yet discovered the reason. Now I discovered it yesterday evening. The space where the tiles had been removed had become a river as the water could not escape. I had visions of the water seeping into the appartment and was already planning whether to phone the fire fighters or the police or just alarm the neigbours or perhaps tell the ducks on the nearby river.

Mr. Swiss remained very cool and told me to calm down as the new river was not The Blue Milk Canal a film from a story by Ephraim Kishon where an escaped patient of a mental asylum found a pneumatic drill and turned Tel Aviv into a lookalike Venice, although I kept an eye on the creeping water which had now turned a corner on its way and had already submerged my garden clogs. Luckily that were pink plastic, so they began to float.

I decided to leave the scene of action and go to my laundry room to start the washing machine. I always do this in the evening from 9.00 p.m. as the heavy electricity for washing machines is then half price. What did I see in the laundry room? There was a distinct wet streak from the celling down the wall. Not a big one, but it was there. I decided to keep Mr. Swiss cool and did not say anything afterwards, although I had a quick check in our hobby room, as this was once under water, the whole cellar actually, in the olden days before they had realised that a drain had been forgotten when building the place.

This morning one of my first tasks was to make an inspection of the laundry room, but there was not water, no damp streak – did I imagine it?

And so it rained the whole night through more or less and now the slugs have returned. They thrive on rain and damp and wet things. One made a pause in its walk so I took a close up.


It seemed to be a healthy slug, nice and slimy and shiny. Snails have big families, so I am sure his many brothers and sisters will also be on the way.

I do not think I will be going places and seeing things today in this weather but I still have tomorrow as it is Whit Monday, a further holiday, although what am I saying. I am a golden oldie and we have permanent holidays.

Keep dry everyone, and watch where you walk, there might be a slug in the way.

The Diver, Rainham, River Thames, London
Sculpture: The Diver, River Thames at Rainham, near London, taken by me on one of my visits to London.