A picture of yellow
A picture of yellow
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.
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
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.
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,
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.
This was the beginning of it all in Spring and yesterday we collected the apples from the tree. No so many this year, but last year was a record year.
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.
On Friday the school kids were striking
Yesterday crowds marched on the streets
Someone said the governments are corrupt
And now we have the receipts
But no-one really knows for sure
Why the snows are shrinking
Perhaps it happened once before
So let us do some thinking
Once upon a time there were dinosaurs
and then they disappeared
Poisoned themselves with their own gas
I know it sounds quite weird
The dinosaurs are still amongst us
They now have different missions
We are told it is very fake news
from the guys they call politicians
Our climate is so wonderful
In fact it ‘s quite perfect
Although the smoke and other gas
Is forcing it to wreck
So let us not forget the dinosaur
It had a very small brain
Similar to the species of today
That are throwing our world in the drain
Now and again you get lucky and catch that action photo that makes you camera happy. It happened to me when I was travelling on the banks of the local river Aare and this swan decided to take off (or was it landing). It does not really matter, I got my photo and that is the important part.
These books are history books. They are looking a little damaged, but have a journey which has lasted at least 100 years. It all began when my paternal grandfather subscribed weekly to a magazine in the olden days at the turn of the century in Britain. He collected the various instalments of the history books and when they were completed they were bound in a volume. There were two books concerning The History of India (which was then a British Crown Colony), four volumes of Battles of Britain and eight of the History of England.
They were passed onto my dad and he kept them at home. I once visited and he asked if I had the possibility to get them transferred to Switzerland for myself. At the time I was working as an export clerk for a Swiss company and so I got to work: using my knowhow in export I contacted a company in England and arranged the transport to their agents in Switzerland. They picked the books up whilst I was still in England visiting my dad so I could see to the details from the British side. They were all neatly packed in a suitcase. I afterwards arrived home in London and a week later the books arrived and now they are in my cellar. Dad passed away almost 5 years ago and now the books are in my possession as only daughter. Perhaps one day my son will take them over.
I also have The Outline of History by H.G. Wells. Looking into internet I found in Wikipedia the following
“is a work by H. G. Wells that first appeared in an illustrated version of 24 fortnightly installments beginning on 22 November 1919 and was published as a single volume in 1920.” although I have two volumes and this also thanks to grandad and his interest in history. My family were not rich, but by collecting the various instalments of these books they could afford them.
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