I just call them daisies, but I am sure they have a better sounding name.
I just call them daisies, but I am sure they have a better sounding name.
I happened to be wheeling past the company where my No. 1 son works and discovered he had an outside job of work. He was busy painting a metal apparatus.
When they renovated our block, there was quite a lot of painting to do.
This was quite a colourful wall painting.
Two bottles of HP Sauce standing on the shelf
If you order two bottles of HP Sauce that arrive by post from a Swiss dealer because we do not live in England the basic price is twice than what you would pay in England. Then you have to add the postage, which costs more than the actual bottles.
So if you want to have HP Sauce with your Cervelat or any other Swiss sausage it is an expensive operation.
However I brought the idea with me from England. No. 1 son can no longer eat his Swiss Bratwurst without HP Sauce, I also prefer it to mustard, and although Mr. Swiss says it is not typically Swiss, he also likes to drown his Swiss meat delights in HP Sauce.
Today the parcel arrived from a Swiss company that also have a large store in the Bahnhofstrasse in Zürich, Globus. It was packed in a very dignified box, black, and we even got a complimentary card with it thanking us for our custom.
I grew up with HP Sauce, it was one of life’s experiences, but I have now discovered that introducing it to the family was not so ideal.
In the times of corona virus we had a lockdown for a month or two, cannot remember how long exactly. Our restaurant mile was no longer a restaurant mile. It was a ghost mile: no tables, no seats and no umbrellas, but now lockdown is over due to sinking numbers of victims. No, wait a minute, last week-end we had a so-called Superspreader in the Flamenco Club in Zürich, whatever that is. He managed to infect five people who were in the club with him in the evening, and 100 people all had to be isolated and tested. It seems we will never learn, despite the continuous explanations on the media.
And so life gets back to normal, or perhaps abnormal. There are people again siting on our restaurant mile. This was mid afternoon today. I dread to think how it would look in the evening and hope that there will be no superspreaders enjoying a drink with friends outside. As I was travelling by wheelchair in the middle and did not stop for a drink anywhere, I kept my 1-2 meter distance.
Sometimes it is worth being a little later in the morning. the sun has risen, high in the sky, and doing its best for a good start to the day. It is cleaning lady day so I am a little later with this, that and the other, but lunch is cooking, the apartment is smelling of flavours and I am ready to go. I have already polished up my windows. I also had the sad work of brushing a large blanket cover removing the remainders of Tabby’s fur. She went to her 10th life yesterday and we are all missing her. Something is missing at home. It is the first time in eighteen years that I am catless.
I was on a shopping tour yesterday in town to the supermarket. I used to drive to the next village to the store, which was quite a large shop, but now I travel by wheelchair to town which also has quite a good selection. I just enjoying going places and seeing people. The white boards next to the supermarket are where there used to be the entrance to one of our town hotels. The owners have now closed the hotel, due to retirement and I hear it will be converted to apartments, but am not sure. I find the glass window front of the supermarket shows the opposite buildings quite well.
Our cathedral was looking quite good as I passed through town, the sun had reflected well on the front.
This afternoon I will be in town as well. I have a few odd and ends to get and I am still trying to persuade Mr. Swiss to come as well on his new snazzy scooter, but he is still thinking about it. There is a street café next to the store and he could have a coffee whilst waiting for me, but he really needs to be persuaded.
I pass by the museum gardens as I go into town, which is also looking quite good. I should really visit the museum one day. My wheelchair would not be able to climb the steps to the entrance, but they also have a lift which is used for the transport of their exhibits and also for visitors with mobile difficulties like myself, so it would be no problem.
I can also hear the sound of an ambulance passing through at the moment and the horn has now stopped somewhere in the village. I hope that there was not an accident anywhere.
Our new field of sunflowers is looking better every day as more and more are showing their flowers. With a background of the Jura, what could be better.
I am sitting in my sort of office room with a wonderful view on the front garden and notice that my buddleia bush has now begun to flower.
Have a good day everyone, may the sun be shining on you, although it might be that you have night where you are. Stay well and safe.
I saw the bikes all lined up this afternoon in town, waiting for people to ride off from the month of June.
Taking a walk across the local cemetery I found that many flowers were now showing their colours. There is a bed of day lilies, but this one seemed to be asking for a photo.
If I did not understand it well, I would look for a book about the subject. This could be a problem. Living in a country like Switzerland where mainly books are written in German, French and Italian, the english version may not be available. If it is, you then have to have someone that would understand the contents and explain them to you. Of course I could ask Mr. Swiss, but he knows so much in all languages, he tends to want to prove how much he knows and forgets that all I would need is a simple explanation.
Oh, the photo? Our town bookshop of course.
Is it really necessary to have so many sorts of salt? No, definitely not, but that is today’s luxury life. According to Mr. Swiss, I never use enough salt. According to me I use enough. Is it my fault that his taste buds have been worn down over the years, probably due to using too much salt on his food.
I remember when I was a kid and we would buy a packet of crisps. The potato chips were not salted as today. You got a small blue twisted piece of wax paper in the bag, and it would contain salt. You had to mix the salt with the potatoes yourself. Just pour it into he bag, give it a shake, and you had salted crisps. It is probably only grey haired golden oldies like myself that remember the times of do it yourself saltiness.
I am later than usual, but perhaps it is better, as it did not stop raining until about an hour ago. Now the clouds are lifting a little and the sun is peeping through now and again. I notice every time I enter WordPress to write something it tells me to use the new WordPress editor. I tried it once enthusiastically, and otherwise more by accident., and I am not impressed. Perhaps it is a matter of getting into the routine. WordPress wants me to write everything in blocks, and I do not want to write things in blocks. I am always ready for improvement, but this is nothing different to what I already do, just without blocks. I call them paragraphs and they work well. I do not have to put every text or every photo into a block. I just write and it works.
I went for a wheelie yesterday, just in the local area and visited the cows. There are only a few in a field, the others are not only let out in the evening for the night as even they can get a little uncomfortable in their coats during the day under the sun.
I also met a couple of chickens. This are the special sort. The normal laying hens are now in another place, not so suitable for a wheelchair approach.
In the meanwhile my vet paid a visit and we said a last goodbye to Tabby our cat. It was sad, but she was an 18 year old lady and had had a good life with us. She is now living her 10th life in the eternal corn chambers, helping to keep the mice away. Both Mr. Swiss and I were with her in her last moments. The apartment now seems a little more empty without her.
And I should really go now. This afternoon I will be off for a journey into town. We now have a blue sky with a few light clouds, as it looks like the rain has now gone. Have a good start to the week, wear your masks if necessary and stay safe. I leave you with a landscape view over our part of Switzerland from yesterday.
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