Shades of campanula
Shades of campanula
The Road to the Castle, Feldbrunen, Switzerland
The lift shaft in the supermarket, looking down
Descending to cross the road in Autumn, Solothurn, Switzerland
The moved the summer chairs and tables and now have the wooden seats with warm cushions and fur. The restaurant is on the river bank and you see the reflection of the other side in the windows of our cathedral and Jura mountains in the background.
I live in the town of Solothurn in Switzerland with a river running through it, the River Aare. Of course it has bridges to enable people to get from one side to the other, and here are a couple in our town.
This is the Rötibruck, the newest of them all. I remember it being built about 30 years ago. The old bridge was still standing and this was built parallel to it. What I like about this bridge is the walkway below although at the top there is a road and sidewalk.
We also have the Kreuzackerbruck which is reserved for pedestrians and bicycles. Very rarely a tourist new to Solothurn might take his car on the bridge with the result that he appears in the daily local newspaper the next day.
And then there is the Wengibruck in the front which actually only has busses allowed on it and again bicycles. Parallel to this bridge is the railway bridge for our connection from the French speaking part of Switzerland in the West, towns like Geneva and Lausanne, to to Zürich and further in the East. These are the three main bridges that we have.
Write some of the instruction manual for a time machine.
Our door kept jamming, we could not open it and so we called the repair man. It was a different guy because it seemed that our regular man had disappeared and no-one knew where he was. I must say the new man did look a bit strange and he was wearing a mask.
The first thing he did was to cover the windows because he said that if there was a draught it would make the work less effective. After five minutes he was finished and left closing the door behind him. He left me an instruction leaflet for the door before he went and a sort of remote control. He said all doors were now fitted with remotes and I should begin with pressing button one if I had problems.
And so I did.
There was a woosh and the door opened and I was standing in front of a guy with a gun in his hand and cowboy hat. It was the t–shirt that bothered me with the words “Billy The Kid”, so I tried button 2.
I was knitting with a lot of other ladies and as the heads rolled from the guillotine everyone began to cheer and clap.
Button 3 was OK but it was cold in that cave and I really do not like earth tremors from the feet of dinosaurs.
Button 4 was my sort of thing as I always liked fancy dress parties. It was the guy walking around with the head under his arm that put me off a bit, especially as I discovered it was not a costume.
I discovered the remote had a battery, and removed it and I was back at home.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the repair guy was back, and apologised. He said he had left the wrong remote and he gave me another one. And now I am in Athens in an arena with a fork in my hand and a lion licking his lips opposite and there was only one button.
Something is wrong here somehow.
It didn’t rain down and it didn’t rain up, and the lawn decided to dry
There was something wrong with the summer weather so I looked up to the sky
The sun was beating down on us from April through to September
Grass roots were drying, such a summer I could not remember
The gardener arrived and examined the cause, found we had cockchafer bugs
They were eating the grass from the other side as well, could not be killed with drugs
And so we decided to spray the lawn with water throughout day and night
But there was no winning against bugs and sun, and the bugs have an enormous bite
We decided on a radical cure, and the lawn was taken away
Replaced by two walls on a higher level. and they are here to stay
Governments deny we have a climate change and their lawns are green and fine
Perhaps they have special grass, and not the same as mine
At last it has now begun to rain, day and night all throughout the week
I now have a pond in the middle of my garden, but this is just a freak
There is no climate change they said, but the slugs are now getting bigger
I wish we could have dry weather again, it is really not to snigger
Today is Friday, it could be a big deal
But this morning I fell down and it was not such a big thrill
I was at home, and done the the week-end shopping
So I did not have to go places, I was just dropping
The problem with falling is I cannot rise again
I also smashed a glass bowl, the splinters gave me pain
There was blood on the floor and also on my arm
And so I grabbed my telephone and raised a hospital alarm
The ambulance arrived with fanfare and Martin’s horn
All the village heard it and my skin was also torn
But all is well that ends well, the ambulance men arrived
I was glad to find my feet again and know I had survived
Just another Friday with week-end shopping done
an accident and excitement and now I feel quite numb
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