FOWC with Fandango: Germane


“Why fish”

“Why not, I found them quite good.”

“But it’s Christmas”

“Then I will decorate them with some tinsel and a few sprigs of holly.”

“Don’t be silly, that is not germane.”

“What is it? Never heard of it. You mean they do that sort of thing in Germany?”

“Of course not, germane has nothing to do with Germany. It is just irrelavant.

“Of course the word germane is irrelevant. Has nothing to do with my nice fish.”

“It has something to do with your fish when I want to point out that they are not suitable for a Christmas decoration. Germane would be an angel, a Christmas star, even a father Christmas, or those nice coloured balls that you hang on the Christmas tree, but not fish, they are not germane.”

“You mean they don’t have fish in Germany.”

“Of course they do, but your fish are not Germane, they don’t fit.”

“But they were a special offer at the supermarket. Just a few cents for a plastic fish and they look quite good in the garden, something different to the usual boring Christmas tree.”

“Perhaps if you hang them on that fir tree over there they would be more germane. cover them with glitter, that would be quite original and even germane.”

“Speak english, I no sprechen deutsch.”

“It has nothing to do with german or the language. Either they are suitable or not.”

“Well I like them as they are, especially when I hang the light chain on them.”

“No, that is completely not germane. Where are you going?”

“Am going to hang up some mistletoe. Or is that not germane.”

“That depends on who you will be kissing beneath it.”

FOWC with Fandango: Germane

RDP Wednesday: Brammer

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Brammer is confusing and so is this hen
They know not where they are going
Here, there or even when
How can you write about it when you are not a Scot
They say that’s where the word comes from
Although it forms a knot
Perhaps an invention of Brahma
Who was a Hindu god
The chicken clucks and does not care
Its head begins to nod
You might find this poem quite silly
It really makes no sense
Nor does the word Brammer
So let us recompense
I know no longer what to write
to end this little ditty
The chicken decides to lay an egg
And shakes its feathers so pretty

RDP Wednesday: Brammer

Good Morning


Basically I would be late, but late for what? Who cares what a golden oldie has for a timetable. Only those that have made appointments and are waiting for you to arrive. Today I have no appointments, neither does Mr. Swiss. If I go shopping this afternoon, it is voluntary. No-one is forcing me to go. If I stay at home at read a book or just sleep it means that there will be a few things missing from the menu plan. There we have it. You cannot escape certain obligations. The word plan gives it all away.


Even Mr. Crow is already sitting on the roof opposite and looking down at my garden. “Where is she” probably thinking “she’s late this morning and my breakfast has not yet been presented”. Breakfast consists of chopped up bread, the remainders of the day  before. I know, we should not do it, but I do. I get so many telling me, advising me, that it is too early to feed the birds. “Wait until the weather gets colder” is the idea. I am not really sure that the birds agree. At the moment they are eating a birdhouse full daily. In the morning I fill it up again. This morning as I was taking the bread to Mr. Crow I dropped a small piece just outside my window. That would be too close to me to attract the birds, but I left it on the ground. I have a bowl of water for my cat outside and the sparrows often take a drink from it. Next to the bowl was the dropped piece of bread. What did I see? Yes, a sparrow hopped over, picked it up in its beak and flew off to enjoy its meal.


In the meanwhile there are no bird visitors at the water bowl as Tabby has decided to take over. She also has a bowl indoors filled with fresh water, but the water outside seems to taste better and in the meanwhile the birds have disappeared.

Otherwise it was really a quiet day yesterday. The cleaning lady did her work and I was at home during the afternoon with my computer and Mr. Swiss. I had a few online payments to make and a couple of telephone calls. No. 1 son and I took the empty bottles and metal to the recycling depot in the village and that was that. The excitement of a golden oldie.

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And now to move on to the daily routine. Mr. Swiss asks why I clean every morning, but it is proabably in the genes of a woman to clean. If I do not do it something is missing and it does not take so long. I remember the days when I was a working woman and there were always things I wanted to do and had no time for. I suppose it is now compensation. I also have a shopping list to create.

So have a good day everyone, and make the most of it.

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