And here are some Anemones getting into the swing of things.
And here are some Anemones getting into the swing of things.
Inside the top deck of a London bus as it travels through Romford.
Tents on the river side for the boat races
Over the combined bridge for pedestrians below and traffic above.
I must be one of the few Brits that can play Jass (prounounced Yass). Jass is the fundament of all Swiss card games and if you cannot play it, then you a missing a social connection in the Swiss Way of life. Dad was a player, he taught me the basic British card games, starting with rummy, progressing to whist and even Crib. He was not a gambler really, although he like watching the horses very much: not as an animal lover, but more at the race courses.
And then dad came to Switzerland on a family visit and we introduced him to the Swiss game of Jass. I was by then quite good at it. When Mr. Swiss was teaching the kids, he also taught me. You should have a partner when playing Jass, although you do not have to, but it enhances the enjoyment. it is usually played in a group of four. And so now we had my dad joining in. It took him only a few minutes to grasp the idea of the game, although the German expressions took longer. You have trumps in Jass, and the highest card is the Trump Buur (the Jack of Trumps). This was dad’s first problem, that a Jack was higher than an Ace with its 20 points. The second highest card is the Nell with 14 points (the Nine of trumps) and now dad was completely confused and found that english card games were much easier. Shouting “stock” was another problem dad had when he has the King and Queen of trumps and played the second of those specific cards.
As it is many years since I actually played a game of Jass I might have forgotten some exact details. I had to ask Mr. Swiss a few details now, and he said not to write too much as I would probably make a few mistakes somewhere. Now and again I might play it online, but that is more a version called differences, predicting how many points you will make.
We might be a small country, have only a population of around eight million, but your first card game will probably be jass. And gambling? Of course.
So tell me, Why did the Chicken cross the road?
March was the month of toilet paper. Suddenly there were only empty shelves of toilet paper in the supermrket. It could no longer be found. The stores had no more, although rumour had it that there were toilet paper addicts, buying all it could find. I must admit even I managed to rescue 30 rolls. How terrible to have no toilet paper. Imagine a world without toilet paper? Now the situation is normalising. It made headlines in the local newspaper that our store had four rolls to sell in the last few days, and today I even discovered my favourite toilet paper in the supermarket, 10 rolls in a paket, the supreme recycling paper.
So let us all relax, next month there will be enough toilet paper for all, but March 2020 will remain as the month of the toilet paper famine.
It certainly was a bright sun this morning. The last day of March, and time certainly does go fast. I think March 2020 will be a month to remain in our memories for a long time: the month of the coronavirus or the time when Covid 19 entered our lives. I wonder what future generations will make of it in 100 years time? It will probably just be just a chapter, or perhaps only a few pages, to read in the school history books.
I was again shopping yesterday, so I make the most of a bad thing. We golden oldies are supposed to stay at home. And if you are diabetic and have some other sort of strange illness, you should not show yourselves in public. I must have become a rebel over the years. Mr. Swiss can no longer go anywhere without support and his walking abilities are worst than mine. My No. 1 son is working during the day, so I am all that is left. Of course we have village offers to go shopping and I even have a telephone number to call if I need anything, but obstinate me is still doing it herself. I live in a Kanton with less infections than most and our supermarket is large enough to distribute the allowed entrances well. I usually visit in the mid afternoon when the amount of registered entrances is around 100 (including staff) which is really not so many as the store is quite large.
Since having my king sized refrigerator chest, I also have more possibilities to store a little more, although it all has to be registered, so I have a new hobby. I make a list of what I have per month on my smartphone to make sure the contents do not get forgotten. Every time I return from my buying safari I update my list of what I have. Yesterday I saw they we selling St. Gall Bratwurst, 4 pieces, at half price. They are now nicely being frozen for later use. You must realise that St. Gall calf meat sausages are the best of them all. Otherwise it was a relaxed shopping trip, everyone keeping their distance and greeting with a laugh at the situation.
Otherwise life goes on. Mr. Swiss would have a eye doctor appointment tomorrow for a check after his glaucoma operation on both eyes last year. He feels fine and has no problems. However with the current situation he called the practice this morning and it seems they have business as usual. He decided, and I agree, to postpone the appointment until later as now would not be a good time to go out into the world for him, being a platinum golden oldie of 80 years, especially for an eye examination..
This is my new trophy from the supermarket. I again collected enough stickies and exchange the card for two such assortments of small garden tools. They are very well made and even with an apron to carry them when gardening. I had enough stickies for two sets, and have put one on the side for No. 1 grandchild. He is now at the experimental stage in development- It will have to wait however, as we are temporarily separated due to Covid 19, my son living in another part of Switzerland, but one day we will see each other again.
The sparrows are gathering again and each day get closer. Perhaps they are planning to take over. The sparrows even invaded the birdhouse yesterday, which is generally left to the smaller varieties of birds although sparrows are also meant to be small. However mine are now so well fed, they are on the way to make competition to the pigeons.
On this note I leave you until later. Keep safe, keep well, and if you see one of those hairy pea virus things floating in the air, tell Donald Trump. He will shoot them down.
They are only just showing their leaves now after the Winter, but they will return. I sowed the seeds many years ago, and they have never failed to impress every year.
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