Weekly Prompts: The Teapot

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I was tempted to enter this challenge. Why? Because I am a converted tea drinker. Of course from the beginning I was surrounded by tea drinkers, being a Brit and growing up in an East London cockney family. The Rosie Lee was the drink of the day. Mum had her 10 cups a day, made with milk and sugar, and dad joined in. First of all the sugar and then the milk in the cup and pour the tea in afterwards from the pot. My Aunt brought it to 15 cups a day. We were colonial supporters in their tea production. I never really liked tea, and so I became a coffee drinker as I grew older.

In the meanwhile I had emigrated to Switzerland (no particular reason, just wanted to travel). I worked in Switzerland, and continued my coffee drinking. Even when I married Mr. Swiss after 2 years of Swiss life alone, I continued with my coffee. Mr. Swiss? He was a tea drinker. A pot of tea in the evening, no milk, some sugar and he drank it until the pot was empty, even when it became a cold drink.

And then came the day when I was having digestive problems. It seemed that my body was objecting to milk and so I changed to drinking tea, without milk of course, and also without sugar as I also had diabetes. I was drinking it pure. Every morning I have my cup of tea and this was where the teapot became redundant. Just a mug with a tea bag and hot water did it nicely for me. Of course we have a collection of tea pots. You never know if you have visitors preferring to drink their tea in style. I even have a little heating container for a candle to keep the pot hot, although I rarely use it.

Never ever order a tea in a restaurant in Switzerland. You get a glass of hot water and a tea bag at the side. They expect you to make your own tea at the table and it is not tea as I know it. I like my english breakfast tea with a punch and not a cheap mixup of tea that grows somewhere in an unknown corner of a field somewhere in Ceylon.

And this is the story of a Brit that converted into a tea drinker due to life’s circumstances., so give me my cup of char any time, but stirred, not shaken and left to brew for a few minutes. The tea pot is just an extra but not really necessary.

Weekly Prompts: The Teapot

FOWC with Fandango: Stairs

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Wherever you look there are stairs. They go up and unfortunately down. Some have banisters at the side to grip onto and others are just a matter of luck if you find something to hold onto. My walker does not like stairs and I am also not a fan, but I can manage a maximum of three steps with no support.

The latest thing is that all the shops and restaurants with stairs tell you that they also have a ramp if you happen to need a support when walking. The problem is that you have to find the ramp as they are usually hidden behind doors and too heavy and difficult to move on you own. If you are lucky you find a shop assistant who will do the necessary for you. Unfortunately these ramps are so steep that if you embark on a descent you might find your walker will make itself independent and walk on its own, reaching the bottom first, and leaving you alone on a slope.

My thanks goes to the lifts. I remember when we moved our new offices in my working days to a new building. We had a lift, but no-one used it, thinking about saving something or the other like electricity. I believe some of the fellow workers felt guilty about using the lift and always walked the stairs. at least three flights. Not me, I was a lift disciple. My boss even instructed me to always use the lift, due to the many accidents I had with climbing and descending stairs. Descending was always the worst. One false step and you did not descend, but rolled, fell or slid according to how you did it.

My stair days are now over although I must admit there are some wonderful constructions,

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but just for looking at, not to use.

FOWC with Fandango: Stairs

RDP Saturday: Wedding

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If I go for a walk, I might know where I am heading
To the local castle, there might even be a wedding
It is one of the places  that is very much in mode
So after the nuptials you will probably take the road
The photogapher is ready for the picture of your life
You are embarking on a journey and have now become a wife
And I was also there, so what did I do
I was also a photographer and now the bride has two
A photo with her Rolls and also the guy
That was taking all the photos, and having a very good try
She will never see my photo of her very special day
Neither will the photographer,  so I went on my way

RDP Saturdy: Wedding

Good Morning

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Made it eventually, although there were a couple of obstacles. There was an update today on my iPhone and iPad. they always go byte in byte and I decided to get it behind me before I began with my morning routine. I had to interrupt the process to get the photo of the sunrise. Sunrises do not wait for phone updates, but it seems that the process continued all the same. I just love those dawn pictures with a splash of red glow from the sun.

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And look what our bank sent us yesterday, in the name of the guy that is responsible for us,  as a little Christmas token, both Mr. Swiss and I got one. Very Swiss made with the emblem on the mug. Various contact people send little gifts at the end of the year, but we were really pleased with this one: a nice mug with Swiss design and even a matching spoon, also in ceramic. We find it a very sensible gift and the quality is also quite good. Our plumber sent a letter thanking us for being his customers, but instead of sending a gift he tells us that he is giving a donation to a charity. I find that also a very good idea

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I am always taking photos of birds in the garden, but yesterday as an exception one little bird on its own appeared under the table outside  where often seed remainders are laying. When I uploaded the photo something caught my eye. A little flash of red on the breast. I asked Mr. Swiss to take a look and he confirmed that it was a robin. They seem to be the loners in the bird world, only making single appearances. I only caught it from the side, but the red breast can be seen.

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It was also time to give my poinsettias water. I have never had such success with them as this year, but I found some instructions in internet and they seem to be working. Not too much water and it was recommended just to put them in a water bath once a week, which I am doing, although I always have a feel on the surface to see if they need it or not. This time I waited almost two weeks as I found the earth was still damp. They very rarely lose a leaf and even the little buds in the middle have opened nicely. They also do not like draughts, so I keep them in a sheltered place. I have had them since mid November and they still look the same as the day I bought them.

Otherwise yesterday was  the day of week-end shopping and as luck would have it, it began to rain on the journey to the supermarket, melting the remaining snow on the roads. The store is never crowded in the mid afternoon so I could shop in comfort.

Christmas is getting nearer and I am now in the process of some serious logistic work, planning my shopping days and what to buy. Shall I go shopping on the Monday of the Christmas week, or order my meat for Christmas Eve, when the stores are only open until 4.00 p.m., when I might have the problem of being caught in the rush of people? I am still thinking about it. I also have to plan the meals for the days when everything is closed, as the stores only open again on 27th December, although some make an exception and open on the 26th. It feels like it must have been in wartime, when my mum had to be sure to get her rations in time. In any case I just had a looking at the opening times for my supermarket on Internet which shows all the details.

And now to plan my day, although it will be more a domestic challenge and really no stress. It is not snowing, what we got is now melting and everything seems to be under control. Keep well everyone and try to relax at this stressful time of the year.

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There are footsteps in my garden (from my daily early morning photography session).