FOWC with Fandango: Disingenuous


His on the left, mine on the right and we are both looking in opposite directions. Our toothbrushes know how to agree, each does its own thing

Today Mr. Swiss decided to come shopping with me. Great, I was not on my own, although I decided to say nothing. And so we drove off eventually, me at the steering wheel and he as passenger. I must say our role change does work. He knows that it is better not to talk to me when I am driving and I can ignore him as a passenger: perfect

We arrived at the store and took the lift to the lower floor. I had to go to the drug store for a few things and suddenly he also appeared for a few things. I was dealing with my shop assistant and he had another assistant. In two minutes we managed to cause confusion, because the assistants were not sure whether to treat us as one person or two. I took over and said I will deal with it and his assistant was glad her problem was solved.

I then said I wanted to have a look in the flower department for a few photos. He disappeared and so I progressed upstairs to the supermarket after taking my photos. I called him on my mobile phone – no answer. I tried again, and again and again etc. etc. You know, but no answer. He had forgotten to take his phone with him he explained afterwards. I did my shopping on my own. Suddenly he was there with his own trolley, again we had to combine everything in my trolley.  I told him to take a seat and wait. Then everything was perfect.

I still do not know what disingenuous means, but I do know that when I do my own thing it works perfectly. We arrived back in the car together I drove off and we reached home in one piece. I put the shopping away and then proceeded to my computer. I had to laugh at something a blogging colleague had written. He admired me and said I have a gift of laughing  when he was still in a miserable mood. I did not invite him to come with me it was voluntary, but we are still on good terms. After 50 years no-one is disingenuous, just agree to disagree.

FOWC with Fandango: Disingenuous

Good Morning

Front Garden

This morning is a rainy one. It rained througout the night and looks like it will be here to stay for the day, or perhaps week. I do not really mind as it means I can save our expensive water to spray the garden: nature is doing it for me.  My No. 1 son tidied up my garden a little yesterday. I had all sorts of strange growths in between the stones, but they were easy to remove. I still have my pot of dead daffodils and when I have the time and patience I will  plant them in the island in the middle of the garden around my buddleia bush.

Back Garden

One thing I have noticed with this wet and warm weather is that my garden is growing to the extent that it has become quite luscious and the leaves are twice as large and dense as usual. Only the flowers are waiting to open.

Naturally with this wet weather I am not going places. Yesterday afternoon was quite sunny and warm, but I preferred to stay at home and take it easy on the porch. Even my cat Tabby has now changed to her summer routine and sleeps outside more, although being allergic to the water that falls from the sky. she has now retired to her favourite armchair inside.

Back Garden

This afternoon they are letting me out on the road with my car to explore the supermarket. Since I have taken over the complete responsibilitiy for the shopping and food organisation I noticed that I am so good that the cupboard is really a bit bare I used to have a few tins of stuff like tuna fish and fruit but now I have used them all. They are quite good for an emergency although I also have a few packets of frozen veg. I made a note on my list to stock up.

Yesterday was again a day filled with the voting results of a few referendums for the Swiss government. One of the issues was to adjust our laws on armaments (guns etc.) to fit the European laws. The majority voted yes, so I do not what will actually change. Every able bodied man up to a certain age, has a rifle somewhere at home as they are eligible for military service once a year and have to be ready. They also have to go for a shooting practice on the ranges once a year. The only weapons I have are a few kitchen knives and of course a Swiss Army knife, which all Swiss have somewhere.

There was also something about our state pension scheme. The majority said yes, so I suppose it must be good for something. This morning I saw that our government have put forward the proposal to pay a 13th annual pension. This means that instead of every month, I will get an extra one during the year. I find this great and definitely it will be a “ja°. However I will be 73 this year and it will be probably a year until we an vote for it. Afterwards if it is accepted it will be another couple of years until it might exist. I can imagine I will be 80 years old, Mr. Swiss almost 90, when it actually happens.  At least my grandchildren will profit from it. The extra money might be good for a new pair of eye glasses, an improvment on my wheelchair, or cover the costs of a senior citizen’s home or a daily cleaning help. Or perhaps it will cover my life insurance.

And on this happy note I will depart for a few hours. I have some houshold chores to complete, although Monday is an easy day. May the health be with you as we golden oldie knights say and have a good week.

Iris bud

And my first iris is ready to flower (if it stops raining).