Those bromelias do have ideas about their colour contrast.
Those bromelias do have ideas about their colour contrast.
Horse and Pony make contact
I grew up bilingual, cockney and english. Articulation does not exist in cockney, neither does grammar. My school did not exactly agree with me and I must admit I was not the best in the english class. As I progressed to high school I learned french and german. I attended Italian classes at evening school, but my english was still left hanging somewhere between Oxford and Cambridge and the East End of London. I passed all my examinations except for one – yes, the english test I failed. It did not really bother me so much, but it bothered the school. I was then in a commercial course for typing and shorthand, an ongoing secretary. Without english you were nothing. And so I attempted the examination again and passed – more luck than judgement.
And so life progressed and I decided to continue with my polyglot experiences. I moved to Switzerland where they have four national languages: german, french, italian and romansch (which no-one really speaks except for the Swiss).
And I met Mr. Swiss. Of course everyone speaks english in the world, at least that is the idea, but if they do not want to speak it, then you have a problem.
So there we were, an anglo and a Swiss. Somehow communication was a success but the Swiss side won. Slowly but surely I was learning this tongue breaking guttural language which was not really a language as such but a conglomeration of various dialects according to where you lived i Switzerland. My first two years were in Zürich, where they used words that other parts of Switzerland did not. I moved to the area around Solothurn and yes, they also used words that other parts of Switzerland did not.
50 years and two children later I think I have now got the hang of it. I found an advantage of Swiss German is that the endings of words either do not exist or disappear, which is a great advantage. The conjugation of words in their various cases (nominative, accusative, dative and genitive) are no longer so important – OK Mr. Swiss disagrees. On the other side of the language barrier, Mr. Swiss does have problems when watching a british TV soap known as East Enders where they all speak cockney, bombarding me with the permanent question “what did he say?”. I have no problem, it is quite clear to me.
By the way, I took the photo in an Italian course I attended – in Switzerland. I am not the only brit where I live and I have a few friends that have also been living here and married a Swiss. When we meet we talk english of course, although not quite. We have developed our own language, a sort of Swinglish: some words are german, others english. Who cares about articulation, we understand each other.
I really cannot put you all in a dull mood by showing today’s sky which is grey in grey to say the least. The sunny days of Spring are now taking a rest and to increase the negativity it is also raining. Whether we will have some snow tomorrow as indicated by our weather frogs (in Switzerland there is a belief that if you have a pet frog in a jar he will prophesy the weather) I do not know, but perhaps only in the higher places. In the meanwhile you see yesterday’s afternoon weather as I took a wheelie in my chair to the local castle Waldegg and its stables and farm
And they have yet a new rooster on the farm, or the old rooster has put on weight and grown a new luxury coat of feathers. As I was standing a distance behind the fencing I could not get a better view.
A year ago they had an addition on the farm of two goats. They were settled next to the chicken run and seemed to be doing well. I noticed on one of my early visits this year that there was now only one goat and she had her own pen. Laying next to her were two kids, which must have arrived last Autumn. Daddy goat was no longer there, I had tried for a few photos and yesterday was success. There was a girl feeding them with grass and the kids were curious to see if it was something new on the menu. At last I managed to get a photo of them. Usually they are usually laying next to mum in their pen.
And the cows were out. It was the first time that I had seen the cows this year on the pastures, although I had heard them from inside their barns. They seemed to be enjoying the fresh air and I was glad to see them again.
It was quite a rewarding trip yesterday afternoon and I managed to shoot 120 photos, which was a little more than usual.
I had a little problem with my Mac yesterday. I could not charge it with current, the plug was dead. I tried the plug from Mr. Swiss Apple which also did not work. I have visions of having to bring it for repair as it seemed it was the computer and not the plug, but that could not be. Apple computers live forever, at least almost. I was disappointed. It was when I wanted to upload the electricity for the wheelchair I realised the problem was not the computer, but the current supply. We have two contact rails attached and one was not working. I was so glad. When I plugged into the other rail my computer was uploading current again and my wheelchair was also uploading. I was relieved as I realised how much I love my Mac. It is such a quick machine and I can work on it for hours without having a connection to the electricity. I also have a windows machine, which I mainly use for my photo archives and online banking etc.
This afternoon I will again be on my way shopping. I also have a few bits and pieces I want to deal with as I got a little behind yesterday due to the time lost on rescuing a computer which was not even broken. I was uploading photos and checking on my WordPress challenges in the evening. I still have to upload my over 100 photos into my archives on the computer, but that can be done today as I do not have such a heavy programme this evening. Sometimes I have the feeling that my WordPress life is a full time job. I have often had the thought of leaving it for a day, but I never do. I seem to be an addict for a busy life.
But now I really must go. It is morning and I have a few housewify chores to complete, As usual I leave you with a flowering departure, something seen in the cemetery – at the moment the graves are been refurbished with new flowers.
Mid week, so if we have got this far the rest is just a cinch. Have fun, enjoy and look on the bright side of life.
Je gratte, donc je suis
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