FOWC with Fandango: Uniform

Grandad and me in brownie uniform
Me in my very first uniform at the age of about 7 with grandad in the back yard of our old house in the cockney East End of London. Yes, I was a so-called brownie, the junior group of the girl guides. I never got to the guides, I decided I did not need another unform. White socks were all the rage at the time.

The next uniform was school. At the age of 11 I took my 11+ exam and qualified for grammar school. That was the higher shool of learning and we all had to wear a uniform, so mum and dad had to dip into their pockets and find the money to pay for it. I was now dressed in a green gym slip covering a beige square necked blouse. After the first two years we juniors progressed to a green skirt, not very flattering to the figure, with a beige blouse and yes a green and red diagonal striped tie. I remember the lessons dad gave me on how to make a tie knot. this uniform remained for the next four years. In winter we had a green gabardine coat with red and green striped knitted scarf and in Summer it was a green or red chequered dress  with a blazer with the school badge. As we girls got older we pepped it up with perhaps raising the hem of the dress to a shorter length according to the fashion. You could try everything but we still looked like kids from an institution. One plus was that we did get a good education and many went on to university. I decided to play it the safe way, did not really know what to study and went into office work with all the trimmings.

My next uniform was the daily office gear. This was now the sixties, the days of Mary Quant and Beatles and Twiggy. The skirts were tight, short and the heels on the shoes like stilts. we wedged our figures into everything, as long as the uniform fitted.

Over the years uniforms came and went, all in the name of fashion, but we were still wearing our uniforms. You did not want to stick out in the crowd, although needed something different to the others. Due to being different, we eventually all dressed the same. If the fashion was wide trousers, you wore them wide like everyone else. Perhaps it was tight, so that was what you wore.

Today in the 20th century we are all dress in our blue jeans, a t-shirt or pullover. We used to laugh at the Chinese when Mao was their leader, all dressed the same. Today they are dressed individually, no trace of chairman Mao. And us? Where are my trousers and top, the ones that everyone is wearing. Of course, we do not want to be dressed in uniform.

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Me, second from the left – no we did not wear uniforms when we went on an excursion from work, we liked to dress individually – the blue jeans were a mere coincidence.

FOWC with Fandango: Uniform

RDP Tuesday: Fault

River Aare 23.02 (4)

As you get older you tend to forget
I am greeted by people by name and I sweat
The face is familiar, but from where are they known
Was it when I was working or perhaps another zone
I talk to Mr. Swiss and he fills in the gaps
But then I have to help him to find computer snaps
We both have our faults, that we have to complete
That is the fun in our lives, because in the middle we meet
So if I think A, he is thinking B
I have moved onto C and he is now by D
We both have a stick to enable us to walk
He loses his constantly so I become his hawk
I find his stick everywhere, but where have I left my Phone
We all have our faults, I really must not moan
But life as golden oldies also has its perks
We grew old together so living together still works
Like stones on the river bed, we are fixed and firm
Even in our ongoing years, we are a team that does not squirm

RDP Tuesday: Fault

Good Morning

Morning Sky

I am back at the moment. It all begun wit a common cold, so I thought. It progressed into sleepless nights coughing with all the trimmings and during the day I seemed to be sleeping more than anything else. I managed to cook for the others at home, although I was not eating myself. My appetite also suffered. I do not think it was flu as I did not have temperature, at least I do not think so. I never bothered to measure it. The problem is that since Mr. Swiss no longer has a driving licence, I am the only person in the family mobile enough to go shopping. Thank goodness for No. 1 son that fetches the urgent stuff we need from the town.

I am not yet 100% recovered, but getting there and hope to manage a normal day today again.

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Before the “dreaded” go me in its grip I even went for a wheelie into town, my last one since almost a week. I noticed that the catkins on the hazelnut trees are now appearing, one of the first harbingers of Spring.

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I also noticed that there were still some gulls hovering around, but I do not think so much longer. They are preparing to leave us again for the year to fly off to bigger waters.

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As long as they find something edible floating on the river they are still hovering around.

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Otherwise my last wheelie in my chair took me to the edge of town, with the Loreto chapel and its surroundings. It is a small chapel in the middle of green field where crops are usually grown during the Summer. Last year we had a field full of sunflowers but who know what this year will bring. Perhaps it will be corn again. Every time I drive to the store I pass by the chapel in the middle of the field, so I enjoy a drive around it in my wheelchair when I have the time to take a closer look.

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I also noticed on my way that there might be the death of a tree, or perhaps the garden is just being renewed. It is funny how when you regularly pass places daily that you notice such things.

Yesterday I had to pull myself together and again venture to the outside world. The garage actually found someone interested in our old car wreck.  Although the radiator was spit in two parts by the crash, the motor and inside of the car was still to be saved. A garage mechanic decided to renovate the car for his daughter as she would be learning to drive. He bought our remains and will probably be doing the rest himself. I had to drive to the garage with Mr. Swiss yesterday to pick up the money and combined it with a shopping expedition. I managed OK but was glad to be back home again. Now I have enough provisions for the next couple of days. I also told the cleaning lady not to come this week as there is not point in her catching the dreaded from my sneezes and coughs.

My daily writings failed me over the last few days, but I just did not have the energy to carry on. Although when I married Mr. Swiss I realised that he was eight years older than myself, but these are only small problems when you are young. However there comes a time when age begins to show in different facets of life. I am now married to an 80 year old and I am now 72. Life is no longer a active as it was. Mentally Mr. Swiss is fine, but physically he can no longer walk so well and can no longer go anywhere without depending on me to take him there.

And as today will be an effort at a normal day, I will now move on to the shower and afterwards the daily clean through. I thank all for their concern about my sudden disappearance but hope to be back to the almost normal state of affairs. Hope you are all feeling well and managing with your daily tasks. As a “cheerful” greeting from our town I leave you with a sample of our local clock (Zytglogge) as one of the local features. The figures move when the hour strikes.

Zytgloggeturm Altstadt 23.02 (1)