FOWC with Fandango: Finite

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This door is finite because it is limited. It has been bricked up and cannot be entered. It is restricted. That would be the noun I suppose. The verb is more complicated and according to Wikipedia ” finite verb is a form of a verb that has a subject (expressed or implied) and can function as the root of an independent clause;[1] an independent clause can, in turn, stand alone as a complete sentence. In many languages, finite verbs are the locus of grammatical information of gender, person, number, tense, aspect, mood, and voice.[2] Finite verbs are distinguished from non-finite verbs, such as infinitives, participles, gerunds etc., which generally mark these grammatical categories to a lesser degree or not at all, and which appear below the finite verb in the hierarchy of syntactic structure. Verbs were originally said to be finite if their form limited the possible person and number of the subject. In some languages, such as English, this does not apply.” And congratulations to anyone that understands that. I do not.

I had to learn German, because I moved to Switzerland, actually Swiss German dialect because no-one speaks the basic German in Switzerland as a mother tongue. I had to learn French in the school, for five years. I learned Russian for 13 years – can write cyrillic and read it. I speak Italian more or less and understand Spanish, more less than more. english is my mother tongue (actually cockney) and now I get a word “finite”. I must admit – no idea what to write Even after reading the explanation from Wikipedia the mystery deepens. And so the door in the photo (a local church) remains bricked up. I give up. My understanding of this word has its limits, absolutely finite I would say.

And now I have a pile of ironing to do which is not limited, it is definitely unfinite.

FOWC with Fandango: Finite

RDP Friday: Security

Airport Police, London City

I would visit my dad in London every year as much as possible. He was then over 90 years old and I did not know how long he would be there. He eventually passed away in 2016 at the age of 100 years 7 months. As time progressed I saw the changes in airport security. It was never an exception to see armed police in the departure lounges. I was then becoming a golden oldie: a bit of a limp, sometimes with a stick but I was harmless.

What is wrong with having a toothpaste tube in you bag. I always carried the toilet articles with me as you never know if your case will arrive with your plane or not. London City Airport removed two tubes of toothpaste and confiscated them over the years.  The tubes were too big apparently. Only small tubes were allowed and so in the bin they went. I imagine airport personnel never having to buy their own toothpaste. They probably did a distribution of the confiscated tubes after a days work.

The most insulting was before I passed through the metal detectors: you know that arch you walk through after they had removed your hand luggage for the x-ray machine. If you happened to have a gun enclosed on your body they would find it. I was told before walking through to sit on a chair that they had suppled. I had to remove my shoes. I had no socks or stockings, in was Autumn and warm. I then had to walk bare footed through the arch and afterwards they gave me my shoes again to wear. I was glad that I had no mini explosives or razor blades hidden in the heels. I had left them at home.

And once, to set an example, they had taken my luggage out of the loading point. I was asked to identify it and open the case. I was told this was done now and again at random, and this time they had chosen my luggage. I was not very happy as it was the return flight from London to Zürich and I did have a plastic bag full of dirty washing. Luckily I had the Christmas Pudding and Cadbury’s Milk Flakes in my hand luggage.

There was also the time when I travelled from Zürich to London and arrived safely, but my luggage did not. It decided to make a detour to Lisbon. Two days later it was delivered to my friends house where I was staying,  by special courier. No problem, my friend had one size nightdresses and so I borrowed one for the night. This time the security programme failed it seemed.

Summing it all up I would say I had been through all the possible security checks. I wonder how they never confiscated my Swiss Army Officers Knife. Perhaps they assumed it was something that all Swiss have.

RDP Friday: Security

Good Morning

Morning Clouds

Looks like a cloudy day today, but nothing threatening and in the meanwhile the sun is shining. This morning I have no stress with week-end shopping as I will be doing it this afternoon. I am still getting used to my new timetable, but it suits me better. Yesterday I planned on a stress free day with a wheelie in the afternoon, but due to a sleep after lunch and a computer problem things did not turn out as they should.

It seems my computer problem was only on my iPad and I had to clear it as there was too much rubbish stored in the browser. I have had my iPad a few years now, but it should still be working fine.

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I also forgot to upload my photos of the crows to my online place yesterday, and had to move to my other computer now to get it done. They had arrived for breakfast and were making the most of it. Gradually the time is coming when they no longer need my bird canteen. Even the sparrows are eating less food from the feeder. Due to the good weather I think they have other thoughts in mind like nesting for family reasons.

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Yesterday I got my car insurance to pay, so now I am a fully fledged car owner. The road tax is also dealt with. They were the first to arrive with their requests, typical state. I must say owning a car is not cheap. Our old car has now been scrapped and the remains have even been sold. It seems someone can use some of the parts. The motor was still OK, it was the body that took the main hits of the meeting with a lamp post. Even the lamp post has been replaced, at our cost. Other internal parts of the car were also still alive. On Monday I will travel to the garage with Mr. Swiss to pick up the money for the remains. At least this time someone will be paying us.

I used our new shower yesterday and must say it is now real comfort. Having a seat makes it a lot easier and more secure, especially when washing my hair. I no loger have to balance and hope I do not fall in the shower.

I am suffering with a sore throat and cough at the moment. During the day I can manage, but at night I have these coughing sessions now and again. It is the first cold I have had for years and I really do not know how I picked it up, but I must have been sitting in a draught somewhere. Luckily I am the only one in the family with it – at the moment. I really do not want a “man cold” hanging around as well. It hits the men harder than the women as we all know.

Reflections River Aare

I have a thing with reflections in the river at the moment and discovered that even cranes have their good points if they are parked near the river.

And now I really must go. I have the excitement of cleaning the apartment and cooking. Mr. Swiss was quite astonished when I said there is no shopping trip this morning. “What about lunch?” he asked. I reassured him that that was organised on the last shopping trip and is sitting in the fridge. He is now happy that life will continue as normal.

I hope your lives are continuing as normal and that the day before the week-end will be a good finale to the week. Keep well and look after yourselves.

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