The tools are laying silent for the next couple of days, the workmen have a holiday. On Tuesday complete Switzerland has a holiday as it is our national day. To make it a nice long week-end Monday is also included so we have four days of peace and quiet and only the sound of the crows in the distance or a vacuum cleaner in the home.
I would love to go for a photo walk, but my knee is still causing a problem, although gradually improving I think. It now only hurts when I stand on it. Otherwise I just spent my week-end with my computer and a book and now and again I even watched the tele.
Mr. Swiss had again found an old German TV jewel we we are watching again. It is the story of the Kempowski family that one had a shipping company and lived in Rostock. The second world war arrived with its stupidity and afterwards the Russians arrived. It became East Germany and the family came from the frying pan into the fire. We watched it many years ago at the beginning of our marital days, even in black and white, but it is still very good. The story is told by one of the sons who wrote the original book which I have decided to read when I have finished the book I am now reading.
I thought it would be a good idea to read “Game of Thrones”. It is not a bad idea, but 800 pages of warring families that lived in a fictirious country is not really my thing. I have discovered. I can follow the story lines, and even now know who is who. The TV edition seeem to be popular and I read remarks on Facebook that it is great, wonderful, one of the best TV series ever, but I am not really tempted to watch episode after episode. I suppose it is not my taste and life does not always have a happy end, but this Game of Thrones has too many unhappy ends. You never seem to know if they will survive or not. The only bright thing for me were the “direwolf” puppies, but even one of those had to be killed. That was when I decided this was not my thing. I will persevere until the bitter end, but will move onto something complely different afterwards.
I have discovered a book series by Robert Ranking, The Brentford Trilogy, a little bit of fantasy and decided to move on to them after my games with the thrones.
And that’s that. Our life’s purpose today is going shopping to make sure we do not starve over the next couple of days. No, I am not cooking anything special for 1st August as grilling meat over an open fire is not our thing. I read somewhere that that is a man task, but it seems in our family it is deemed as a woman task, and I do not feel like standing over flaming hot coals and turning meat every five minutes. Afterwards you have to clean the grill with a wire brush and all sorts of torture instruments. Yesterday on Sunday evening the air was filled with the smell of roasted meat outside, so I just savour the smells from the others. Perhaps I might just make Röschti with a Bratwurst on 1st August to keep up a Swiss tradition.
And now I am off. I really must do something enterprising today so that I can tell you all about it tomorrow, but in our sleepy village the only excitement it when the local bull decides to do his job and the cows all clap.
Oh, I almost forgot, my pink delight buddleia is flowering.