A golden glow
A golden glow
I had an afternoon of glitches. I had planned a short trip to the supermarket, but it was not to be. I would add I had noticed in the last couple of days that my car was not as it usually was. Yesterday it seemed to me that it did not really want to start and today it refused with the word telling me that the battery is weak and should be charge, uploaded or whatever. In other words, it was dead.
After this glitch I called my insurance. After some time, just around 15 minutes, the garage man arrived and got my car going again with some sort of mystifying machine. And then Glitch No. 2 arrived. I could now drive my car, but for a journey to the supermarket and home it could die: not during the journey but if I parked it in the supermarket there would be a large chance that it would not start again. It seems I do not drive the car enough. My 3-4 short journeys weekly to the supermarket do not give the battery a chance to upload. A car wants long journeys to give it strength. The guy from the garage was really good and gave me a choice of going for a long drive which would get it on its feet again, or drive to my garage, park it outside and leave it there. When the garage opens on Monday, I could discuss further steps.
The garage guy said he would drive behind me to the garage and bing me home again. And now the next glitch, you will not believe it. On the way to my garage I took the right turn to early and ……. yes I was on the motorway towards Zürich. Of course the garage guy had now disappeared behind me probably wondering what I was doing.
I did not even have a motorway sticker permit on my car. I decided to turn off at the next opportunity and the next opportunity was the motorway in the direction of Bern. I must say it must be at least 10 years since I was on a motorway. Then my rescue arrived when the motorway branched off towards Kriegstetten, a village I knew very well, and also the road, because my No. 1 son was at school there for many years.
I now have to cut a long story short. I at last managed to find the garage where I had arranged to meet the garage guy and deposit my car and believe it or not, he was there and waiting for me. He saw what happened and decided to wait hoping that I would return from my motorway tour. What a wonderful guy. In the meanwhile he had filled out a card. He then took my car key and deposited it in the garage letterbox.
This could really only happen to me, but one thing I realised. I can drive motorways again with no problem and I will tell my garage I want a sticker again on my car – who knows.
I will now probably get a new battery and have a word with my garage what my solution to the problem would be. Basically I should drive longer distances as this is something that could happen again after a year. I have had my car new for 15 months and was not expecting this.
I rest my case.
Water has followed me all my life
Perhaps it was the river Thames in a town called London
Or was it just the rain that watered my childhood
Growing up where the concrete had its own damp odour
I looked down from the aeroplane window as I was leaving England
And saw the meandering curls of the river going to the sea
I saw the sea joining another river on the European coast
Did I follow it, was that my destiny?
I have seen many waters, a thread leading to the future perhaps
And now I live in a village and guess what, yes,
A river runs through it
I found some dots
Parked in the rain and waiting
This was about an hour ago and now we have sun, although you never know if it will stay. It was a bright start to the day. Yesterday was week-end shopping day and I forgot a couple of things, so it looks like I will be out this afternoon quickly for the rest. I do not mind really. Yesterday it seemed that everyone was stocking up on food, still under the impression that famine would soon break out due to this virus that is circulating.
What is really annoying me at the moment are the people that think they know it all better and in Facebook bringing words about it being nothing to get worried about. More people die from the flu etc. etc. and we are all panicking. I do not need the “know it alls”, I am intelligent and old enough to know what to do. When you are a golden oldie, diabetic and have MS you belong to the endangered group of people that could contract this virus seriously and it might not be just a case of self isolation and getting over it in a couple of weeks at home. If I self isolate I would only have my autistic son to depend on to get the groceries. Mr. Swiss is semi invalid, or of course we could order food online, which is also a possibility. The illness has now hit our Kanton and the first case has been reported. They are not saying where in the area and the person concerned, a lady of about 53 years old, is isolated and her condition is not abnormal.
In the meanwhile we are still inundated with our sparrow population, mixed with other small birds now and again.
And the magpies were also here yesterday, taking what they could.
At last our supermarket chain have something interesting to offer in the way of free gifts. According to how much you spend you get various packets of wild seeds for your garden or a pot and can also collect stickers on a card to eventually exchange for an insect hotel, a watering can or flower pots. Although the seed choice is quite limited, I now have chive, antirrhinum, meadow sage and camomile in my seed collection which I will be scattering in the garden. I am also collecting points for my insect hotel, although I am hoping that only the chosen insects will move in. I do not want earwigs or slugs as lodgers.
And now to move on, I have a few things to deal with this morning.
Have a good start to the week-end and may it be a good one.
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