Oh wonder, my Christroses have opened up in the garden. I almost forgot they were there.
Otherwise no wonders here. There has been no miracle cure for MS yet, and my broken leg stays broken.
I just spent some time filling out an online questionnaire about being an expat. I suppose I am an expat being a Brit but living in Switzerland for the past 50 years, although I do not really feel very expat. The form was from the HSBC which is some sort of British Bank and I do not really think I was a suitable target: married to a Swiss, a Swiss citizen for the past 47 years and have absolutely no regrets about leaving England and settling in another country. I am definitely not a typical ex pat, so my answers to their questions were probably not what they expected. I am quite happy in Switzerland and definitely do not regret leaving Britain.
They were asking a little too many questions about my financial situation which I declined to answer. Why is it that the Brits are convinced that they are the only country that is perfect. I even have colleagues in England who feel sorry for me eating foreign food and living in another country as if I must suffer living in Switzerland – my dad always said “they like that sort of thing” when it came to living in another country. And I like Cheese Fondue. He also felt sorry for me I think. Just do not wonder why I am here. It is the best decision I ever made.