I found a lily in my archives from June, memories of Summer
I found a lily in my archives from June, memories of Summer
St. Urs looks a bit cold perched on that fountain.
Santa is saying goodbye until next year.
Pointing the way to a toy shop where you can make your own models.
There is still plenty of space next to the River Aare in Solothurn to relax on a seat.
I caught him red handed when I saw them kissing
Of course I forgave him, before he went missing
They fished him out of the river, it wasn’t really a sin
It was qualified as an accident, although I pushed him in
And then there was George, he had such sweaty feet
His breath also smelt of garlic, he was really not so sweet
I wanted to forgive him, but some things you cannot do
It must have been the arsenic that I put into the stew
Life can be so lonely, and then I met my Fred
could I now be happy, he always made the bed
But he was stealing my money, yes he was a real live wire
A shame that he died instantly in a accident with a fire
And now I have my Mortimer, he is the best of all
He owns an undertaking parlour, always at beck and call
I met him at the funerals, he found that I was fun
And told me for the burials, I only had to pay for one
Basel is a town in Switzerland – no not exactly. It is situated in the three-country-corner, meaning there is a bit in France, another bit in Germany, and the rest in Switzerland. This means that although it has one main railway station, it also has two others, one in France and another in Germany, but no problem. It is all equipped with customs authorities and it is impossible to get lost, as long as you follow the signs.
So what is so special about Basel otherwise. It has a zoo, the largest in Switzerland, and as you enter Basel from France you pass by the zoo as the first place you see from the train in Switerland. There is also a part called “klein Basel” meaning “little Basel”, if you go over a bridge you arrive there. Yes the River Rhein flows through it. They also have one of the biggest beer breweries in Switzerland, actually in the town of Rheinfelden which is next to Basel.
It is a general known fact in Switzerland that the people that live in Zürich, do not like the people that live in Basel and vice versa. That is what the people say, although it is more one of those joking situations. The people in Zürich speak a different Swiss German dialect to the people in Basel but they still understand each other.
Me? I live in Solothurn, so we are not involved in such complicated situations and you cannot travel direct to Basel from Solothurn. You have to change trains in Olten. And we also speak a different Swiss German dialect to the others. It is more like the dialect spoken in Bern, but not quite. Of course if you happen to visit Aarau which is halfway between Solothurn and Zürich, they also speak their own Swiss German dialect and my son lives near Schaffhausen, which is on the German border and yes, they also have their own way of speaking Swiss German.
We all talk to each other and so have no problems, but nothing is hidden. According to the dialect you speak, we know where you have your origins. We all have a Swiss passport. Of course if you happen to arrive in Lausanne or Geneva, they will all be speaking Franch. and Lugano? Yes, they speak Italian.
What a hospitable country it is.
Just as I thought there was nothing worth a photo this morning I noticed that the planes from Geneva and Zürich airport had left their traces in the sky and the sun was reflecting it all in red. The sunrise is always an event in the morning, if you can see the sun.
Yesterday I managed to get a group photo of 2 crows and a magpie in the morning. They usually appear seperately, but this time they were together. Actually they very rarely have disagreements and the magpies seem to realise that it is always crows first.
And now to prepare for my Friday shopping trip. I must really go now. Tomorrow No. 2 son, wife and grandson are visiting and mama will be cooking.
The only excitement I had yesterday was going with No. 1 son to at last deposit all the glass bottles and jars, with the empty cans from the food over the holidays. Since I am having to do everything on my own now, I had to leave it for a while and I had two bags full. No. 1 son always accompanied Mr. Swiss on that outing so he knew what to do and where to do it and I was glad. It is all well organised in the village with a parking space for the car. No. 1 son did the necessary and I watched as he carefully put the clear glass in a separate container as the brown glass. We went straight after lunch to get it dealt with and now I know how to organise myself with the car. Another obstacle out of the way. The next big step for me is tanking up my new car.
Yesterday morning the guy that sold me the car at the garage called me on the phone to ask how I was managing with the car and whether I had any problems, which I thought was a very good customer service, although we have used this garage for at least 40 years. I told him I was very satisfied, and had the chance to clarify a couple of small details.
And now I am off. Have a good day everyone and do your best to enjoy it as I will.
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