FOWC with Fandango: Meter

Mum and Roy

Mum was a meter maid, in the good old days gone by
Cooking was done by gas and it was still a little wry
I grew up with the meter and remembered it was not willing
Suddenly you were cooking meat, and there was a cry for a shilling
And so everyone began to search to find one in a purse
and if you did not have one, the circumstances got worse
Suddenly the gas gave out, because the meter was empty
The meat was cold and looking red, shillings should be twenty
That was life in the good old days, your gas was on the wane
Shillings were saved in every way, it was such a strain
Every month the gasman came to empty out the meter
We even got some coins returned, but this box was a shilling eater
Then one day the meter was replaced and we fed it with half a crown
Gas prices were no longer so cheap and this would cause a frown
Today we get a monthly bill to tell us what to pay
Meter maids are no longer here, their work has gone away

FOWC with Fandango: Meter

RDP Saturday: Walk

Rainy Day

I used to go walking in the rain
Listening to the splashes on the umbrella
Feeling the watery mire under my boots
Enjoying the vigor of the surrounding air

Returning home I would shake myself
Like a wet dog, clearing the drops
Curl up on a warm seat with a coffee
Relax with a good feeling

My walks are now in my home
with a mop or a vacuum cleaner
No longer a need for an umbrella
At home it is dry and warm

I stumble around
Hold onto chairs and tables
Anything to steady my step
And take a look, is it still raining?

And so I read a book, rest with the computer
Stare out the window and wait
Tomorrow might be dry, the sun shining
I can go places again

With a wheelchair everything is at your feet
But you cannot use them so well
So wheel on with the camera
Capture the sights and hope the rain stays away

RDP Saturday: Walk

Good Morning

Morning rain

If I venture out into my front garden and hold the mobile camera up higher I get a view of the Jura mountain chain behind our village, although this morning not so spectacular as it is raining. It has been raining in the morning every day this week, but usually it clears up by lunch time and we have sunny afternoons.

The first greeting this morning was that the dishwasher did not wash yesterday evening, because someone somewhere forgot to switch it on. Sometimes we put it on automatic for two hours at 7.00 in the evening and sometimes not. We let it run in the evening for half an hour from 9.00 p.m. That is quite eaasy, our electricity and water is half price from that time on until 6.00 a.m. and they are both expensive commodities in daily life. As I write this piece of memorable daily blog the machine in now running in the background and it tells me on the screen that in five minutes it will be finished.


Our local store has at last begun to get some fresh pots of herbs for planting in the supermarket. It is the usual choice of chives, rosemary, thyme and sage of which I already have in my raised beds, but I have no parsley. I could not resist this wonderful plant and so bought one. I am hoping it will survive. It is still a little early for the snail attacks and being in a raised bed I am hoping I have it more under control. I stopped planting parsley as the snails would devour it in a night, bringing their knives and forks with them and accompanied with their 3-400 teeth. I have already used some to garnish my cauliflower


Yesterday I bought my first white asparagus spears of the year. They are imported as it is a little too early for the European produce: served with some ham it is a good evening meal and above all is not a lot of work. Just wash them, peel them and cook them for half an hour. And of course afterwards eat them.

Yesterday was a good day. I was at home in the morning and had completed my daily fun and games by 10.30 a.m. I had a pile of ironing from the linen change on the beds and managed that as well in the morning, so I had it all behind me. Usually I do it some time in the afternoon or evening. I also had time to finish my book “Eleanor Olliphant is Completely Fine” by Gail Honeyman which I found to be a very good book. Eleanor Olliphant had her problems, but at the end she was on the way to solving them. A 30 year old that did not have such a happy childhood, but eventually she got the help she needed and on the way has some interesting conversations. I can recommend it and for someone like me that likes fantasy and horror, it made a pleasant change. It seems the story will also be filmed and I have made a point to look out for the film and wonder who they will choose as the actors.

And now to today’s life. My dishwasher is now drying the dishes and I am on my way to the shower. No shopping today thank goodness I had enough yesterday. My cat needed a new bag of cat litter for her recycling tray and that is 10 Kilo heavy. Thank goodness for trolleys, cars and walkers I say, although someone has to lift it (me) into the various carrying vessels.

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Hoping for some better weather this afternoon when I hope to be on my way into town I wish you all a good begin to the week-end.