FOWC with Fandango: Verbose

If you want to go verbose
do it with Swiss rap
I know these guys
I worked with them
as young men they filled the gap
you won’t understand
what they are saying
what does it matter
Swiss German is playing
So clap to the rhythm
it really rocks
and don’t forget their name
They are called PANADOX

And this is my second language, I speak it all day. Rap – not really, but I love those guys.

FOWC with Fandango: Verbose

RDP Monday: Crisp


These are crispy and known as crisps
Thinly sliced potato cut into wisps
Fried deeply in oil and put in a bag
If you eat them fresh they do not sag
They are salted ready to crunch. what more can you say
With a drink of the fizzy stuff they really make your day
Some call them potato chips, but we cockneys found that posh
Crisps are there name, everything else is eyewash

RDP Monday: Crisp

September Photo a Day Challenge: 29. Rain

Rain Solothurn 17.05 (3)

I have not seen any rain for a long while. During the night we now and again have shower and I notice the stones in the garden being wet in the morning. The photo shows a rainy day as I was travelling through our local town and passing the main railway station.

Rain 04.06 (3)

During the months when our building was being renovated, I often had the opportunity for a few rainy photos as the drops bounced off the scaffolding we had in front of our windows.

Since having my own small garden, my attitude towards rain has changed a little. It is necessary to let the plants and vegetables grow, but like all good things, excess is never so good,

September Photo a Day Challenge: 29. Rain

Good Morning


It was a very windy night and thank goodness that Mr. Swiss put a few objects in safety yesterday evening. A hurricane has been predicted for Europe, the first big one since 1926 apparently. I have never ever seen or experienced a hurricane. Apparently it is now hovering over the Atlantic with a strength of 5 (the highest possible) and making its way towards the Azores, the Mediterranean island group. Predictions say it can do quite a lot of damage. As Switzerland is enclosed all around by other countries and we have no influence from the sea, we might just get away with a few strong winds and falling trees. The action is supposed to begin around Wednesday. I am hoping it only arrives after my afternoon shopping trip.


Yesterday afternoon I took a wheelie in the surroundings and was rewarded with a wonderful view of the Alps. It was a clear day and they were nicely reflecting the sun. In the middle you can see the higher peaks of the Jungfrau and to its left the Eiger. Some experts could name every mountain, but I am not such an expert. On our earlier holidays when we were young and still fit, we would see them at closer range from Grindelwald in the Bernese Overland. It takes almost 2 hours to get there by road, but yesterday it seemed you just had to reach out and touch them.

It was the last day of our local trade fair yesterday, but I did not bother. It is the so called Harley day when the riders arrive with their Harley Davidson power bikes. I heard them coming already in the morning as they thundered past continuously on the main road.  I visited last year and saw how they had taken over our little market town parking their machines everywhere. It is an interesting sight, but I decided that I saw enough last year and this year would be no great difference. Now that the fair is over things will return to normal daily life.


The cows have returned to the pastures in the village after doing the night shift during the hot summer months.

Yesterday my oven gave up almost. I noticed for some time that the switch mechanism was no longer working so well, and the oven often switched itself off for no reason. I could start it again, but yesterday was the last straw when I wanted to bake something for Sunday dinner. Today I will contact a supplier for an new oven but this time a different manufacturer. At the same time I will look to have my micro wave replaced. That is still working, although I knocked and broke the outer glass door once when I had one of my famous falls. Apparently you can get a combined construction with both oven and micro wave. Our apparatus are built into the kitchen fixtures, but sizes are standard for all makes.

And when I have organised that I will be calling my garage man to make an appointment to have my winter tyres put on the car. It is a little early, but you never know when the snow will arrive and afterwards the ice and better to be safe than sorry. I also might have a better chance to have it done, being a little early.

It looks like it will be a busy Monday today. I also have a shopping trip this afternoon and should really begin to prepared my list.


I also wheeled through our local cemetery yesterday and noticed this group of roses which were still enjoying the sun in their garden.

And now I will depart to do far better things like walk around with the hoover and a shower visit. In the meanwhile the sun has arrived, probably all the quiet before the great storm of the century. I hope you have a good beginning to the week. In the meanwhile I have a few calls to make to organise my life for the week.

FOWC with Fandango: Wistful

Harley Davidson HESO Tag 30.09 (20)

It was that time of the year again, late September and the boys said he would hear them coming on the road and he should then be ready with his bike to join them. Junior was glad that they had accepted him into their biker group and was now known as Lamchips. He had to wait a long while until he had proved himself, but the day came when he could join. He had saved up for his Harley and was now ready to go.

And suddenly he heard the roar coming nearer and the regular pounding of the tyres on the road. He was already dressed for the occasion. His scarf covering his mouth to protect from the fumes of the bike in front and the helmet to protect himself if there might be an accident, although real bikers never had accidents he always told himself. He was out and jumped on his bike. Revved it up and it was all systems go just as Iron man came around the curve, followed by Crow and Tank.

“Come on Lambchops” they called. “Join in and go for it, it’s now gas time” and Lambchops was happy to be with his friends again. He joined in the line, at the back as always. He was the freshman in the group and he had to earn a place near to the front. It was all systems go and they were off. He could hardly see the rider in front as the exhaust seemed to be very thick today. “Must be the weather” Lambchops thought and put a little speed on to keep up with the others. They really seemed to be going fast today.

As a matter of fact so fast that he felt the bike lift up in the air. “Wow” that was a feeling and suddenly he was off in dense thick cloudy mist, but could still see the others in front. “What was happening” he thought, “it is just like flying”. They were headed for a local meeting of bikers, although he was sure the way was on the local road at the side of the river. “Probably the mist rising from the river” he thought. The worst was that it seemed he was losing contact with the others as one by one they were disappearing in the mist.

He still had a feeling of floating, but then noticed that he again had firm ground beneath the wheels. Suddenly he could see a flag up front that someone was waving. “Must be the meeting place”  and so he slowed down. As he travelled further passed Crow and Tank and Iron man and the others. They were all waving a goodbye to him as he watched them again rise into the clouds and then they were gone.

He saw someone beckoning him to pull over. It was a police officer. “Oh no, now I get a ticket for speeding”, but that was not the case. There had been an accident and as he slowed down he saw the jumble of metal and the bikes that belonged to his colleagues. The man at the front overtook one of those big trucks and did not see the approaching truck on the other side of the road.  Lambchops was the only survivor and the others were now riding their route in the sky.

He was now an old man, but never forgot the good times when he had his bike and reflected often on the good old days. Since the accident he never touched a motor bike again.

FOWC with Fandango: Wistful