When the wind blows it leaves all sorts of discarded items in its aftermath, mostly leaves, although in town there could be a few paper bags, hamburger boxes, and all sorts of objects needed for human consumption. I would add that the Swiss are quite a disciplined bunch and rarely drop things to the ground. At the moment it is carnival time and the streets are full of coloured confetti from the procession. They even have confetti canons on the floats passing by and now and again release a few kilo of the confetti.
Our street cleaners arrive after the procession and tbe next morning everything disappears as if a conjurer walked through the town. Of course if it rains the work takes more time as the confetti is a wet job.
The problem at the moment is that wherever I go I leave a trail of various objects. I am somewhat handicapped with my broken leg and if something falls on the floor I can no longer pick it up. My hands are also not what they were due to MS, and the feeling is no longer so good. I can no longer grip objects so well and so we have the situation and I wish I had my own private conjurer. Today I fried the little potatoes, which is no problem. Just chop them into smaller pieces and throw them in the pan. Throwing is not so good however, as some miss the pan and arrive on the floor. At the same time I was peeling brussel sprouts which added some colour to the refuse on the floor from the green peelings. In between I might drop a paper napkin, just whatever I need. There has also been the case of a broken plate or cup.
Mr. Swiss has now become the cleaner. He knows that if he is away in town, when he returns there will be a mixture of objects to collect strewn all over the appartment. I remember a TV series “I dream of Jeannie” from a female genie that lived in a lamp and belonged to an Amican guy. She did all the housework perfectly by the blink of her eyes. Wouldn’t that be wonderful.