A rose is just a rose
A rose is just a rose
I have had my experience of flooding and do not want to have it repeated. It was about 10 years ago after a few days and nights of heavy rain and it hit our cellars in the block. We all had our laundry room down there, as well as the cellar and some of us happened to have a so-called hobby room, as we did.
And so the water entered and our fitted carpet became a sea. What to do. You have to get a company that dries it out for you. Removes the carpet which is now garbage.
And so we had this lookalike octopus pumping the water out. It was not the surface water but the water that got deeper and it took at least 2 months until the drying process was completed. In the meanwhile we had shifted most of the furniture into the hallways in the cellar . Of course we had an insurance, but that never covers everything and does not compensate for the inconvenience.
Afterwards certain alterations were made to the foundations of our building with additional drains and our spook of heavy rain was over.
Flooding is one of the worst things you can have. I remember when my No. 2 son was doing his army service, 3 weeks a year, and he had to help in a part of Switzerland where they had heavy floods. It was a real lesson for him to see the damage that can happen. Houses made uninhabitable because of the smell and the damp. All the belongings and furniture piled into a space and people having to camp out in the local school because they had nowhere to live. He told me that when the soldiers went to the local restaurant in the village for a drink they never had to pay. The people were so grateful for the work they were doing to help. And he also learnt what flooding means. We just had a cellar flood, but where he was the whole village was under water.
I grew up in a plastic place
Everything neutral and had no taste
Mum gave me milk from a plastic bottle
And I was packed in plastic wattle
Mum said she was real, but I had my doubt
Even the teapot had a plastic spout
Father Christmas had a plastic beard
I began to think that this was so weird
But it was all very colourful and nothing would break
My dolls lived forever, a permanent keepsake
I went to school, we had plastic books
They never got dirty, we hung them on hooks
My shoes were plastic, just a wash would do
The mud was real, or was it plastic too
When I grew older the plastic remained
It never disintegrated and never got stained
Family members that went vamoose
Were buried in plastic, for recycling use
Plastic is the solution, just throw it away
The problem is that it is here to stay
I went on holiday to bathe in the sea
I just swum amongst plastic, and went on a spree
I saw a fish, or was it a seal,
It was not of plastic, but it was real
And now it is gone, there used to be plenty
But plastic killed them all, the sea is now empty
A silhouette of Solothurn as I approached the town yesterday afternoon. The sun was shining and outlines the rooftops. This morning we have another misty one, just fog everywhere
but it can only get better, I hope.
Yesterday I took a wheelie into town in the afternoon with the hope of something new to discover.
It was mostly people taking a walk and having a look around. You can see the Christmas lights hanging across the street. I should really make an effort to get into town in the evening when it is lit up, but wheeling around in a chair is not my thing when it is dark. The street cafés are now empty outside with the exception of a brave few, the people now settling inside for their coffee and talk.
I always pass this flower shop when I enter town. They always have such a good display outside, now more featuring Christmas stuff.
On my way through town I noticed there was a car driving around. Basically they are kept out of town during the day, but have permission to deliver goods or bring people to various hotels. Suddenly a lady passed me and said I should move over as there was a car coming. I smiled and went on. Smiles always do the job and the car could wait. I am really getting grumpy in my old age. As I crossed the bridge another lady exchanged a few words as she saw my camera. She found that Solothurn is a wonderful town for taking photos and she was also constantly taking them. I told her that I am usually taking the same shots and she said so does she, but you always get a different angle somewhere. It is good to talk to people on my way when they are friendly.
As I crossed the bridge over the Rive Aar I saw there was a small boat making its way. The river is so much different now that the summer tourists and holiday makers have deserted it. The town is now left to itself and there is no longer such a stress. I really enjoy my wheelies through town, the peace and quiet. Yesterday I forgot my gloves when I left home, but I was lucky. It was not as cold as usual and my hands did not freeze.
I eventually decided to roll on home, along the river bank. There were just a few people with the same idea. As I approached the bridge our local road train was making its way over.
I eventually arrived home and was ready for a warm up. I had a pizza to make for the evening meal. I decided to do my own. At the moment I am in a cooking mood, although nothing too fancy. Today it will be typical Swiss with sliced veal in a cream sauce and mushrooms. A Rösti to go with it. I will not be making any big tours today, but will try for some photos at home. I am trying to get some bird photos, but whenever I approach the bird house they fly away – must have a sixth sense.
And now to move on, even the apartment needs a tidy up now and again. Mr. Swiss is still sleeping, something to do with the Sunday morning tradition.
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