A herb we use for cooking with beans mainly.
A herb we use for cooking with beans mainly.
Yellow leaves in the sunlight
And this one was the daddy of them all
Today I got my invitation, again, for a test drive on an Alfa Romeo with the new advanced security system, whatever that is. This was not a spam in the strict meaning of the word, a genuine invitation from Alfa Romeo. Even they try to lock out the last dollars (or in my case Swiss Francs) from the bank account on convincing me to take a test drive and perhaps eventually buying a car. Needless to say Alfa Romeo is a size too big for my driving experience so I deleted it. It seems Mr. Swiss got the same invitation.
Do these people wanting our money have success in their fake invitations? We are the fools that believe it all. Daily I have invitations to collect vast sums of money that I have won in a lottery which is the result of having my e-mail picked from an online connection. It seems the only cure for not being chosen is to cancel your computer connection. Only today I was invited to give my details online to enable me to pick up my $100,000 win in a lottery in Madrid. I cancelled the mail of course, as I generally cancel on average 5-10 of them daily.
Computers have proven to be the main tool in tempting the fools to depart with their money and there are those that earn their living by cheating us and are getting better all the time. I can confess that it once happened to me. I got a mail from Paypal telling me to revise my information and got a very genuine looking form to fill out online. I had a weak moment, and believed in that crap (pardon the expression). Afterwards I mentioned it in a blog and was told that it could not be true. I contacted Paypal and they confirmed that they never ever send mails with such forms and I should immediately delete it, which I did. A few days later our online credit card watchdog informed me that a curious movement was seen on my credit card and they had blocked it. Thank goodness they were being watchful. The result was that I was without a credit card for a week whilst a new one was organised. This also taught me not to rely on Paypal for information as just cancelling the mail did not do the job. The crooks, somewhere in the States, had already tried get their sticky fingers on my money via credit card.
Usually I do not fall for such tricks, but I am not the youngest and online does not get easier as you get older. So the next time a good looking marine wants to make contact with me, I will have to strike him from my Facebook wannabe connections, no matter how inviting he looks.
This record by the Beatles appeared in 1963. It was their first LP and I was living in London in the so-called swinging sixties as a 17 year old teenager. Of course I bought the record. It was the hit of the day and I still have it. Unfortunately one of my kids did not treat it as well as he should have, but it is still in the original cover and it is a first edition of the record.
I noticed it in the Mono version, but in 1963 you only really got mono. Stereo was still something in the future world. It has gathered in value if you have the right pressing, but its value to me means more. A memory of a teenage girl in London who grew up with the Beatles and I would not exchange this for anything.
Even eggplants have flowers
standing on their green straight legs
I was really quite surprised
I planted them for eggs
And then came the chicken
said it was work of the hen
She laid the eggs every day
There was no where or when
And so I cooked the aubergine
That was their other name
I found they had an eggy taste
And entered my hall of fame
I fry them and bake them
But never make them boil
I mix them with other veg
for ratatouille, with some olive oil
And now you know the story
a poem dedicated to their life
And how do I treat them?
I kill them with a knife
Halleluya – today we got a sunrise, a real one, although it did not stay long. Strong gale force winds were reported by the weather gods, but they seem to have already mostly passed through during the night, removing the lid off my bird house and wafting the carpet in front of my window outside around, however, no damage done.
Oh, and something else, although last year was the big deal, but time goes on and I had to remind myself, and Mr. Swiss, that today is our 51st wedding anniversary. Last year was the golden one and this year golden plus one. No big parties or celebrations, we just like to celebrate the anniversaries as they fall. We noticed that the weather is very similar to the day we got married. I remember sitting in a restaurant having a drink before the ceremony in the registry office (no church wedding) and looking out of the window watching a few snow flakes falling.
Another little surprise was the it snowed this morning. Not a big deal, but the flakes were quite large, although on the photo on my mobile phone you do not see them so well and they look more like white polka dots. The last time we had snow was a day in December and since then there have been none. Even now it is not constant, not heavy enough to lay on the ground and now and again it stops and returns. As I do not have to go anywhere today it does not bother me too much.
It certainly does not bother my sparrows and yesterday I manage to catch them on a photo as they were preparing to make a group flight. I think they must have a hidden messenger system, or perhaps it is done by telepathy. They arrive together, eat and suddenly as it by an invisible signal they all depart together and there is really no-one to disturb them outside.
Today I am a little later, although was not hugging the bed longer. My cleaning lady is here and busy. She is really a pearl. I just leave her to it and she works through the bathroom, shower and kitchen and does a wonderful job.
I was on my usual tour of the store yesterday and now have enough in my larder until tomorrow when I make the next journey. I am not such a person for buying once a week as that would be too much planning stress. Every second day does me fine and I get out and see other human beings, otherwise it would just be me and Mr. Swiss and the birds.
And so I wish everyone a good day, I am now off to finish cooking lunch.
I saw these looking at me from a shop window.
Je gratte, donc je suis
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