FOWC with Fandango: Either


Either you write regularly on your WordPress blog or not. I must admit sometimes the impulse fails me to write, but either you write or you don’t. I was looking for something to say, but at the moment I am sitting alone in the kitchen, cooking the evening meal and as a side line, writing. Think I will eat a clementine in the meanwhile, or shall I wait until after the evening meal.

And so I took a photo of what is at the moment on the table. In the background I can hear  the hot air revolving in my oven baking the tomatoes and now I will move on to fry the eggs and meat loaf slices. To my either, there is no or. A woman’s work is never done and I am glad to say that I will now be home bound over the week-end until Monday. and I do not care if it snows or not.  Even if a guy turns up in the garden collecting animals two by two and putting them in his boat I do not care. It can rain or snow or do what it wants to, my week-end  is planned.

FOWC wit Fandango: Either

RDP Friday: Reckoning


I did not reckon with the snow today and neither did our local worker, but I heard and saw his snow clearing machine doing the necessary whilst I was eating my breakfast. It stopped snowing during the morning and soon our paths were clear.

This afternoon I was off for a shopping trip and believe it or not, it was raining all the time. Temperatures were above freezing and I was a happy bunny. I really did not reckon with that. The snow has disappeared from the roads, just a little at the edges on the sidewalks.

RDP Friday: Reckoning

December Photo a Day Challenge: Extravagant

Wedding mum and dad 11.07.1945

Mum and dad’s wedding photo in 1945. Extravagant? The men had just returned from their war service in World War 2 and although they all looked smart in their army uniforms, it was all they had to wear at the time. And my grandad is looking so happy on the right and for him he was extravagantly dressed.

December Photo a Day Challenge: Extravagant

Good Morning


It finally arrived. Mr. Swiss was up in the middle of the night and returned to the bedroom with the wondereful tidings of snow. He said it was snowing outside. If I stop hugging the bed in the middle of the night it is not to see what is happening outside, but now I knew it. Today is Friday the thirteenth and living up to its name. This morning I do not have to go anywhere in particular, my quests are afternoon journeys when I will be getting the week-end supplies. I am sincerely hoping that our local authorities will saddle their snow ploughs this morning and clear the roads. Another wish is that it stops snowing some time during the morning, although it is still flaking down.

Of course I was feeling sorry for the birds outside, so put on my special long black padded coat and dug around until I found my pink plastic clogs which are very good for snow walking.  I found them below the garden table, so I cleared away the cobwebs and put them on. Walking on fresh snow is not  a good idea, even with plastic clogs and a good profile on the sole, but I made it to the bird feeder, filled it and returned to distribute other bird trophies in the garden. In the meanwhile I now have at least 20-30 sparrows and 3-4 magpies making the most of the food.


I just risked a quick shot of the sparrows digging into their breakfast, although it is only with my mobile phone camera, but it gives you an idea of the coming and going here. Something like Piccadilly Circus in London or Times Square in New York.

Talking of London, it seems that the British elections are over with a record win for BoJo (Boris Johnson) and Jeremy Corbyn is now on his way out. Whether it is a good thing or not, who knows, but we Brits now have something completely different and the mop of blond hair will perhaps become even more popular than that guy’s carrot head over the pond.


Just before I began to sink the blinds yesterday evening I noticed that our fuller moon was shining outside so just had to take a photo. Then it was not yet snowing.


Yesterday was the last of my exceptional visits to town and probably one of the last without snow covered streets. I was at the dentist for a hygienic event and now my pearly whites dazzle everyone when I smile. I am so glad that there will be no more extra tours during the day for the time being, although Mr. Swiss says “you never know” By the way you can see the entrance to my dentist where the blue and white sign is on the left. It is situated in one of our old narrow cobblestoned alleys in our town. Mr. Swiss often finds I could actually drive into the alley and park my car next to the dentist, as I have a special handicapped permit. I tell him “forget it”. I have no intention of weaving my way between the other parked cars, which are mainly vans from  various tradesmen.

And now to move on. It is still snowing and I have a few household chores awaiting my attention, including ironing of the bed linen that I washed yesterday. The life of a retired golden oldie is not always luxury. Wishing you all smooth runnings today and just to add, it is still snowing out there.