FOWC with Fandango: Indundated

Trafalgar Square, London Aged 9-10
There is a place in the middle of London known as Trafalgar Square. In the middle is a statue on a column of Lord Nelson, surrounded by four life sized stone lions at the corners. Trafalgar Square also has another significance, at least it did when I was a kid.

This is a photo of me, about 8 years old, feeding the pigeons in Trafalgar Square. Note how smartly dressed I was. My Aunt Lil was a seamstress by profession and she made the costume I am wearing. I remember it was a nice pink colour with white trimmings. You can see people in the background, all dressed in the style of the fifties.

The pigeons had made their home in Trafalgar Square and there were many places where you could buy food to feed them. The ground had white stains everywhere from their recycling process. That was the main attraction. When mum suggested an afternoon out to feed the pigeons I was ready to go. I remember catching the No. 8 bus from Bethnal Green where we lived in East London and we were there within half an hour. I was armed with my bag of pigeon food and it did not take long until I was inundated with pigeons everywhere. I even remember this particular day when this pigeon decided to settle where the food was and he really did not want to leave.

Thanks mum that you took the photo with your Brownie box camera on that day. Memories of the past – and I still have the camera amongst my souvenirs of the days gone by.

Brownie box camera

FOWC with Fandango: Indundated

RDP Friday: Overtime

Restaurant Roterturm 28.10.2018

Does not look like anyone is working overtime here, but is is May Day, the day of the worker’s rest, although the worker’s rest has now been reduced to working at home, away from the madding and perhaps Coronavirus infected crowds. I remember the political marches lead by our socialists in the main town and generally ending with a speech from a local politician. Today they would have to transmit it by “Zoom” the new televising communication system, although I have not uploaded it on my computer, too many virus around for that.

My memory of May Days back in the years was watching news films of the Russian parade from Moscow showing their displays of war tanks and missiles and the many soldiers marching in step with each other. Today even the streets of Moscow are bare and the military parades have long been a thing of the past. Perhaps for Ivan and Olga they were days to be proud of their nation.

My younger May Days in England were marked with the public libraries being closed and all other local government run organisation. May Day was a holiday for the public servants, not for the working population. School was as usual and the local shops were open.

Now we seem to be living in a permanent state of May Day, with the exception that we can shop for groceries, although today the stores are all closed.

For those doing home office, there is probably no overtime, unless the boss calls every five minutes to check on what it being done. I am also not doing any overtime today, but golden oldies keep to their time table. It is now blogging time and afterwards tea time.

RDP Friday: Overtime

Good Morning


There is a cold wind blowing, but the sun is making an effort to appear. It is still wet outside, but no rain – up to now. Not exactly an ideal beginning for the month of May. At least the clouds arrived and formed a nice pattern, even with some patches of blue in between. I now have three days of isolation in front of me. We used to say “stay at home” but now we isolate – modern times. We used to work at home, but now we have a home office. Again a sign of the Covid days. It seems that a new language is developing. I was a working lady before my golden oldie days, and that was no about 10 years ago, but I never had the opportunity to have a home office. Every morning I would drop my son off at work and continue to the office and do my daily hours, with a lunch break incorporating a visit to the local supermarket and its restaurant for a bite to eat. Home office would have been a profanity most probably.

Now I live in my own home office, but the office work  is mostly manual with a little bit of blogging and reading in between. I even no longer read so much, and since completing my last book a couple of weeks ago I have not bothered to upload anything new on my Kindle. I really should read more. I used to follow the best selling book lists, which is also something I no longer do so much. All I seem to follow at the moment are the Covid 19 statistics to see how they are developing.

I was watching the British BBC TV yesterday evening as always and Boris Johnson is now back with the Downing Street briefing of the latest details after his covid illness and as a dessert becoming father to a boy. He was telling the Brits that the peak as now been overcome in the statistics and things are improving, although he did add that they are long from relaxing the restrictions. Our peak in Switzerland was reached in the middle of April as far as I can see from the statistics, but a country with a population of 8,000,000 is not the same as a country like GB where the town of London has almost nine million inhabitants. I was in the chemist shop in the store yesterday and all the assistants were wearing masks. It seems that most of our stores have now received masks. We do not have to wear them, but it is recommended for the others. It offers no protection for yourself.


Of course I have a packet of 20 pieces, but have not yet worn it when out in the public. I notice that more people are now wearing masks and perhaps I might chance it on my next visit. I should really have to get used to it. I remember seeing masks worn by the Asians, especially China, many years before we had a pandemic. They would wear them if they had a “normal” cough or cold. We would watch the news films with interest to see how other countries have other customs, but today it no longer seems so strange. The assistant at the chemist, who I know quite well, said they also have a more expensive version, but as I am not a medical person, I think I would rather pay my one franc the piece instead of ten – mask is mask. – and you have to dispose of them after wearing them for a day.


Taking my usual quick walk this morning in the yard I noticed that my mega sized hostas are now growing. It only seems yesterday when I removed the leaves from last years crop in early Winter.

And now for a day of isolation. I did my shopping yesterday afternoon covering all I need until Monday afternoon as the stores are now closed for May Day. It used to be only a half day holiday in the afternoon, but now it has become a complete day, except for the stores. They are still open in the morning. I again had a day of planning yesterday getting food to last until Monday, but it is becoming routine. When I arrived in the store yesterday afternoon I saw that the crowds had invaded in the morning, although there was still plenty to buy. You notice that  a few items have been sold out. I managed to get everything I needed with the exception of celeriac. I like to add a piece of celery to my cooked meat dishes for the flavour and also as a veg. I was surprised yesterday as it is not really something that is important, like a  toilet roll or a tin of tomatoes, but it seems the housewives had suddenly developed  taste for it. As an alternative I bought a Pasternak, which although has more a nutty taste, will also cook well with my chicken casserole tomorrow.


As I was finishing the day yesterday evening by closing the blinds, I noticed the beginnings of an interesting sunset. the sun was shining at an angle on the clouds making quite a colourful evening background.

And now I am off for the daily tasks, so keep safe from the you know what.