FOWC with Fandango:Temptation

Car Park for handicapped

Saturday afternoon and now the supermarket is open until 6.00 pm so plenty of time to do the shopping. I do my week-end shopping on Friday. Many families are working and this reduces the shopping competition in the store although there are still enough people there.

Saturday afternoon it is absolutely packed and the free parking spaces show a zero everywhere. I am handicapped, physically, but my brain still works. I can walk, something like a member of the Ministry of Funny Walks, but I need a stick at least and more suitable is a Walker, or the supermarket trolley does the job just as well. We have special parking spots for people like me and I am so glad and thankful. They are near to the entrance to the supermarket and I can save walking time. To use one of these special places you must have written permission from the police and show it in the window of the car. I have such a permission and mine is always in my car to be seen. I also have a wheelchair sticker on my car.

This afternoon I arrived at the supermarket for a few bits and pieces which I had forgotten the day before and every one of these special parking spots, 7 in all were occupied. I had a quick look and saw that I was the only person with permission. The others just happened to find an empty spot, at the cost of the less fortunate.

This was my temptation to find something sharp in my bag, a nail file or even a Swiss army officers knife, and scratch each one of these cars belonging to the selfish idiots who are fortunate enough to be able to walk normally, but as I said it is only my body that no longer works as it should, my brain still does. I found an empty spot next to these parking places, marked with a “X” meaning parking forbidden because it would block the delivery of goods. As it was Saturday, no goods were being delivered and I parked my car. I then went directly to the office in the store and registered my indignation.  The lady was understanding. Of course they cannot make an inspection every five minutes, but it worked. I began my shopping in the store and heard how over the loudspeaker five car numbers were called out to re-park their cars immediately. When I picked up my car there were a few more empty spots but one car, whose number was announced twice, was still there. Perhaps it was a handicapped person that could not hear so well.

I noticed there was an empty place next to my car, also on a place with a “X”, when suddenly a large combi wagon swept into the space and the driver climbed out and walked with no problems into the store.

I have now been given a telephone number and a name which I can call about this problem. Perhaps I am making a mountain out of a molehill and a stupid fuss, but when you either need a trolley or walker for support when getting your shopping and worry about falling most of the time,  I think just a little bit of thought could be spared.

Handicapped Sign

FOWC with Fandango:Temptation

RDP Saturday: Abstract

Wichtel - Imp

Abstract is what? something that does not really exist, although of course it does in the mind’s eye. Try telling the Swiss kids that the Wichtel family do not exist, in english translated would be the Imp Family. Of course they are real, nothing abstract about these dolls.  The photo is from a photo, I have no imps at home.

They have even become TV stars especially when one little imp goes on a dangerous journey to reunite with his family.

Mothers everywhere in Switzerland, customers of a certain supermarket chain, are collecting stickies for a card (one sticky per 20 Swiss francs spent). When the card is full you can choose your little imp and eventually you have the complete family. What a wonderful idea. Every time I am at the cash desk I am asked if I am collecting stickies for an imp. I tell the lady to give my stickies to the next person behind me. And if it is a grandmother, or mother, they almost get down on their knees to thank me. Yes I have a grandchild, but he is at the tractor stage at the moment and thank goodness is not yet exposed to the world of public relations.

There is a reason why I do not collected my imps.


I have no room because the spaces are occupied by Easter bunnies and teddy bears that I collected during the last three years by sticking stickies on a card, that no-one really wants. There is no longer space in my sticky cabinet.

RDP Saturday: Abstract

Good Morning


This morning caught me unawares as I was sure I could sleep a little longer than usual with the result that I am later. I know, it makes no difference to a golden oldie life. We have nothing to do all day than solve crossword puzzles or knit, but I always was a rebel.

I was probably recovering from the stress of yesterday, and that was a stress. Week-end shopping in itself is not so bad. I get to go places (the supermarket) and do things (like crossing off the items on my list) but when I arrive home tired but happy and see the mess I left, then it is not funny. No. 1 son was absent on an excursion to the Swiss town of Baden and I had the fun of dragging the four bags of shopping alone up to the apartment from the garage. I had to do it in two journeys as my walker only takes two bags at a time.

I gave Mr. Swiss the job of unpacking the groceries and got down to cleaning the place up. It was already midday when I started. Eventually we did get a meal, later than usual, so my midday sleep was two hours later, meaning that my me time afternoon was also reduced by two hours, so no wheelies for me in the afternoon in my chair.  However I had fun with the computer, and was surprised how it all worked out eventually.

Today no shopping in the morning, but I still have a few things to get this afternoon, although that does not bother me too much. I checked on the shopping times for the new year at the store, and it looks OK. On New Year’s Eve the store closes in the afternoon already at 4.00 pm, but I do my shopping in the morning. I am hoping it will not be such a battlefield similar to the Christmas experience. Everything is closed on New Year’s day, but open again on  the 2nd which used to be a holiday for St. Bartholomew’s day, but his day is no longer celebrated thank goodness. There are no big meals planned for the New Year holidays and I am not even so sure that we will bother to see the New Year in at midnight. We will probably be hugging the bed already and forget the glass of champis. That is a thing of the past when we were young and lovely.

So now I must go, there are things to be done and I have a plan to complete. See you around, and have fun, or just look on the bright side.

St. Urs 25.12.2018