It is not luxury, but it is the reason why I stop hugging my bed in the morning. A plain and simple breakfast, nothing special, but a portable breakfast. I don’t eat toast every day, but it is the only bread we have at the moment and it lives longer: coupled with a cup of Twinings breakfast tea, strawberry jam and butter, what could be better. All I have to do is wipe away the traces from the surface and transport the whole thing to the table were my freshly fired up computer is waiting for my morning report from somewhere in the depths of Switzerland.
Mr. Swiss was already closing the plastic bag of rubbish and departed for the container. It had been raining on and off during the night and continued in the morning. When he left for the container, just along the path, it was not raining. When he returned it was raining cats and dogs and all sorts of other unknown species and as he was not wearing a jacket, he got quite wet. I told him that rain makes you even more good looking than you already are, but somehow it did not convince him.
It is strange not to be surrounded by building noise in the morning and only hear the birds chirping and the crows cawing and the patter of rain rebounding off the metal scaffolding – no drills, no hammers, perhaps they will not return. I am planning a best seller horror book “The Builder’s Curse”. I am sure it will be something completely different. They might even film it.
We met our friend again yesterday in the supermarket with her little dog Fuzzy. As I said before, he has a problem with the right front paw, an injury that has given him a permanent sore paw and has to wear protection to soften the pressure. They were on their way to the supermarket restaurant for a snack, one of Fuzzy’s favourite places to sit and get all sorts of doggy treats.
I have not been places and seen things lately, as either we were confronted with gale force winds, or showers of rain. The only photos I managed to capture are the ones I take from the car, although Mr. Swiss finds when I constantly open the window to get a better shot, it can get quite draughty. We are really getting interesting cloud formations currently, which make quite an impression hanging over the Bernese middle land.
Mr. Swiss is preparing for a safari to the supermarket. I am letting him out on his own this morning to the supermarket whilst I will indulge in occupational therapy and take a walk with the vacuum cleaner through the appartment. He has everything under control and I am sure the ladies working in the supermarket will be only too happy to assist him in his buying tasks.
I wish you all a good start to the week-end, and if you find it boring, then remember, Monday is only two days away when the excitement begins again.