Where there is a flower store, there is always an orchid.
Where there is a flower store, there is always an orchid.
The mirrors are actually positioned on the roads to help the motorists, but if you are taking a walk and see one, I found they give you a different view of the road.
A walk along the bank of the River Aare in Switzerland, one of my favourite walks.
And sometimes the streets are useful to make a drawing, or just do a school work. Were they counting cars, or being artistic – who knows?
“So Joey, today is a special day in our meat department, you will learn something special in your apprenticeship, Mr. Mordrach and his wife Morticia will be arriving, one of our best customers.”
“What’s so special about them Mr. Rip.”
“The Mordrach family are conoisseeurs. They only select the best meat and cuts, the most tender pieces.”
“Is that why you have put our raw meat specialities in the display fridge.”
“Of course, they know what they want and need. Here they come.
Morning Mr. and Mrs. Mordrach, early this morning?”
“Good morning Mr. Rip, my favourite butcher. Well you know how it is, the early vulture always catches the scorpion and we make the most of the dark mornings, don’t we dear?”
“Of course Vlad. When the kids are at last sleeping after a full nights rampage, we can get away.”
“Joey, come here. Mr. Mordrach would like to see our best pieces.”
“Of course boss.”
“Oh, is this your new apprentice? Another youth learning the benefits of freshly killed meat. I must say he is looking very delicious, don’t you think so my dear.”
“Vlad, you are embarrassing the boy, look how he is blushing around the face.”
“That is very positive Morticia. Shows that his blood circulation is perfect and will flow freely. So what do we have here, rib eye or a nice dark red steak. I assume this is fresh kill?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Mordrake, altough we like to put it into freeze for a few weeks to make it more tender.”
“I see, would you have something a little younger.”
“Younger? I will ask the Mr. Rip.”
“Yes Mr.Mordrake, of course, but it is freshly hanging in the cold store and not yet completely dried out.”
“No problem, could we perhaps have a look? Morticia stay calm and stop licking your lips like that, what will the nice butcher and his apprentice think of us?”
“Sorry Vlad, but it is so exciting when we go to the cold store. The atmosphere and the smells, and the softness of the meat.”
“Yes well do not overdo it Morticia, the sun will rise in 30 minutes so we have plenty of time.”
“Joey show Mr. Mordrake the latest delivery from the slaughterhouse.”
“Of course, that would be a selection of liver, still fresh.”
“Oh yes wonderful Joey. Your name is Joey? It makes it so much more personal when I know who my next victim, sorry, butcher apprentice is called. I think you can leave us to get on with it now Mr. Rip with your wonderful tender new apprentice and you know our love of liver, so easy to chew.”
“Are you sure, otherwise I can always stay to help you.”
“Not necessary, I am sure that Joey and us will get on like hell, sorry a house, on fire. Morticia contain yourself, stop stroking Joey’s neck, you are embarrassing him.”
“But it is so tender.”
“It is OK Mr. Mordrake. Mr. Rip said I should fulfil any wishes you have.”
“Really, well in that case, Morticia, ladies first.”
Just as the sun was rising Mr. and Mrs. Mordrake left the butchers shop. Morticia and Vlad both satisfied with their newest purchases, after all it would be a special evening meal to celebrate the full moon.
And Joey? Mr. Rip had to find a new apprentice. Joey had somehow disappeared. It was a nuiscance. Whenever the Mordrake family arrived for their meat for full moon celebrations, he needed a new apprentice. Luckily his pet dog Bloodwolf, would lick the floor of the cold room nice and clean afterwards.
Looks good today with that blue lightly clouded sky above and a nice fresh cool (not cold) breeze to go with it. Mr. Trump is still there but I am not so sure if Theresa May is still there as prime minister in England. Apparently she is, but just clinging on – silly woman everyone says, should have left things as they were. Being on the outside looking in as a sort of ex-pat with Swiss passport it is no longer my problem. We had a programme on Swiss TV highlighting the british situation with interviews from various members of the public, some wishing it could be like it used to be. Probably they mean pre EU and the good old days. My good old days were the sixties when the late Harold Wilson was prim minister. They were my socialist days when I even read books of his speeches and once saw him liver at the Poplar Civic theater giving one of his speeches. He was not exactly communist, but always referred to himself as a little left of center. The thing was in those days you had a clear picture of who was who: the working class and the others. We were working class and the others never really did anything for us. They spoke more refined I suppose – but that was english class difference, now old fashioned. In the meanwhile my working class dad, his working life spent on the factory floor, had even voted conservative. As said I am now on the outside looking in, so it is easy to criticise. Personally I never really understood the reasons why GB left the EU, I suppose they just wanted to be on their own again. Probably the worst insult was when the EU decided to ban strong vacuum cleaner motors. The british immediately bought up the stocks of the vacuum cleaners with stronge motors before this law came into practice. Now they have their nice strong vacuum cleaners and something called Brexit and there is no going back. Mr. Swiss always says wait and see for these things, but this time he did not, so I am saying it for him.
In the meanwhile the Swiss still have their direct democracy with referendums every 2-3 months and no-one really knows about it in the big wide world, unless they want to spend holidays in the mountains or skiing, although even that is now becoming too expensive for many countries.
Some trees to put you in the mood as 25 years ago I watched a TV American film series, a David Lynch production “Twin Peaks” which always began with trees. I was 25 years younger and probably was more into modern developments than my 70 year old golden oldie brain of today. I remember the series, with Agent Dale Cooper as special agent of the FBI ploughing his way through the surrounding mysteries. My son even bought me the book “The Autobiography of FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper” knowing how much I was into the series. However, it got a little bit surreal, although I could still follow it, even if there was a place in the forest with a large room surrounded by red curtains where strange people would appear when Agent Cooper happened to arrive there, but that was for advanced viewers. Apparently in the very last episode someone said “see you in 25 years”.
The 25 years have now passed on and so the second follow up series is now on the TV and this week we had a look at the first two episodes. I was only watching from the corner of my eye as I was reading, but I could not ignore everything. It is still from David Lynch who still has his same style, but 25 years ago I sort of got the hang of it. The surviving actors, most of them, are now 25 years old. Agent Cooper had everything under control in the first series, now I am not so sure. He now appears with shoulder length hair and has begun to kill people. There is also a guy that sits in a large room watching a machine and waiting for something to happen. His girl friend visits him, sneaks into th room, which is otherwise not allowed, takes he clothes off, he takes his off as when it begins to get interesting something happens in the machine. A strange white figure leaves the machine and attacks the guy and his girlfriend, leaving some traces of blood everywhere. This is where I lost the thread.
I no longer understand such revolutionary modern pieces of surreal TV art. One guy was put in prison for murder, although he was not guilty it seems, but he might have been if my patience survives until the last episode. Three cells away from him in the prison there is a guy that resembles the grim reaper, but not skeletal, all dressed in black, who suddenly dissolves and disappears. That was when I stopped watching and Mr. Swiss changed the programme. I think I am now too old for that sort of thing and I so had a crush on Agent Cooper 25 years ago.
And now to more serious matters. It is Friday, week-end shopping and the online cloud list has been written, visible on my iPhone and that of Mr. Swiss, so what could possibly go wrong. There is still a row of question marks for Sunday, but that depends on the special offers.
This is not a scene from Twin Peaks, although it could be. It is one of the builders working on our roof.
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