FOWC with Fandango: Platform

London Underground

Platforms were the areas bordering on the railway lines. I took this photo on a visit to London when I was waiting for the train to arrive. Growing up in London I knew the underground railway almost by memory, knowing where to change trains. Mr. Swiss was not so sure when he accompanied me to London, and would just follow me.

A problem with the London underground system was that with the years the trains were streamlined in size, but the platforms remained, leaving a space between mounting the train when it arrived. It was easy to put a foot wrong when approaching the train, especially if it was the so-called rush hour, when people were packed liked sardines in the train carriages.

I assume this was the reason why we had the loudspeaker announcement when the train arrived at the station and stopped for the embarking crowds.

“Mind the Gap” became the signature theme of the London underground.

I found this short film which brings back a few memories of the London Underground for me.

FOWC with Fandango: Platform

RDP Sunday: Disagreeable

And a discussion

If you want to see a real live argument where everyone disagrees, then just watch a football game. This is a photo I took from the television, hence the not so good quality. It was the UEFA League Final in 2008 when Manchester beat Chelsea 6:5. I cannot remember the exact details, but probably Manchester won by penalty as the score is otherwise not so high. It seems that everyone was disagreeing here.

Being a referee at such a game cannot be fun.

RDP Sunday: Disagreeable

Good Morning


I suspected that this morning would be a cloudy one as they already began to gather yesterday evening. It also rained during the night and this morning I also felt a few spots. However undeterred I ventured a few steps into the garden to see if there were any surrises, and there were.


The rain encouraged the insect life and the stones on my raised beds were covered with creepy crawlies,


Although mainly woodlice, these little creatures with their coat of armour that always seem to appear in groups. The stones were covered with them everywhere, but as soon as I approached they scuttled away. I lifted the overhanging leaves of my sedum to see if there was anything more interesting. It was mainly the woodlice, but here and there were a couple of thin white worms, which I saw were actually baby centipedes when they began to scuttle away. They were too quick for a photo and also not very photogenic. I decided to leave the insect world to itself this morning. They do love the damp weather.


Although I saw these two clinging to each other on my wall in the kitchen. An hour later they were still there. They do seem to lead an intensive reproduction system. I did not have the heart to apply the fly swatter on them.

Yesterday was smooth runnings and I concluded the evening by watching the film “Darkest Hour” with Gary Oldman playing the part of Winston Churchill showing Churchill’s idea of organising the small boats of England to get the trapped soldiers from the beach at Dunkirk. Of course I knew the facts, but the film showed a little more of the political side and I was quite interested. I remember Winston Churchill when growing up in London, although he was then no longer prime minister. I remember once being with my mum on a walk through the bank area of the City of London and she pointed out a figure that was Randolph Churchill, Winston’s son. He was quite an imposing guy dressed in his city suit and hat and resembled his father.


I often hear the sound of a bird call, quite loud and repetitive and this morning I managed to capture it on my camera. I am not sure what it is, but believe it to be a common wood pigeon by the sound of its voice. It is quite big and is a regular visitor, although I do not always see it.

Today is mother’s day, the day when my dad would get nervous in case I forgot it and would also remind me a week ahead to make sure that I would not forget it. Mum could get very annoyed if she did not get her recognition from her only daughter. Of course I did my duty to avoid any repercussions and a bad temper, but is it a wonder that I even today do not really enjoy mother’s day. Of course it is not forgotten in my family, but Mr. Swiss has the ideal solution to his problem. He is not my mother he once said, and rightfully. I do not like the day really, as I still have visions of a nervous dad hoping that I did it right and do not really enjoy it. I often asked is it really my day, I always had to invite my mother-in-law to dinner and I was the one cooking the meal.

And now I will begin to cook my meal: a nice straight forward roast beef the I can put in the oven and let is cook until lunchtime. No big hassle. I will serve noodles with it, which is also something that cooks without problems.

Anyhow for the mothers out there, enjoy the day. I leave you with the first flower from my iris in the garden, and it even has a beard.