The end of the war 1945, it was VE Day and there were celebrations for peace all over the world. This celebration was in our little street in the East End of London where everyone knew everyone else. It was time to dress up again.
Just a photo, but a photo with many memories. My mum second from left, soon to be married. The other three ladies, sisters and our neighbours. I grew up in the same house where mum lived and our neighbours were still there. I knew all of these ladies, saw them get older together. I knew their mother. They even had chickens in their back garden in their house row. In our street everyone knew everyone else. If the people got married in the meanwhile, my mum would still refer to them by their maiden names. She was not interested in their married names, it was not important. She did not even know their married names. My mum was also referred to by her maiden name.
And so was life in the East End of London, working class, simple but honest. After the war the men returned and there were marriages and children born, but they still had the maiden names of their mothers according to my mum. Time stayed still in our little world. It is amazing how a war can change life for all.
Time goes on and I remember the last time I saw the sisters in the photo: it was at mum’s funeral. They are also no longer, so perhaps they are now celebrating in another place, another time, who knows.
I am not showing you one of my super mouthwatering home made pizzas. This evening it is a lazy evening and so we are all having take away pizzas, frozen from the store.
It is my new shelf on which this pizza is sitting that is my frustrating annoyance. It was something new from my online cookery company and usually they have good ideas. This time it is a baking tray with holes in it to allow the air to escape when using it and a promise of super crispy results. The crispy part is true, it really does do the job.
However as we all have different sized ovens they made it with expandable metal holders on the right and left side. You can just pull them out to fit the oven size. This would be ideal if only they would stay in the size you want them and not decide to lead their own life. It is a risky job to put it in the oven as the metal holders slip and slide and often the contents of the tray slide to the bottom of the oven, meaning a mini mess which you have to clean.
This company have a web site with all their new developments and this new super crispy bake oven tray was being shown, at least it was. They have an opportunity to make remarks on their web site and I saw that one of the ladies that bought it complained about the instability of size adjustment. Mr. Swiss said you can also write something and made a wonderful suggestion in German of course. I undersstood it very well, but writing German with all its various declinations is not my thing. Today I wanted to add my comment on the web site. I searched and searched but the advertisement for this wonder oven tray has disappeared. The company has disowned it and so it is now non-existant.
Frustration is just a small word for this, but who knows. One day my tray might have rarity value.
Sometimes it pays to wait until I make a morning photo. This morning it was grey skies everywhere, no clouds, just very monotonous. I had a quick look at the weather forecast, but no rain predicted. That will be next week it seems. So I did my early morning chores, make breakfast, made son’s bed and emptied Mr. Swiss ash trays. I know, but at the age of 80 there are just some habits that stay and he is surviving. I just ban him to the outside on the porch when he is tempted.
And now it is almost an hour later and there is a hopeful shimmer on the horizon signalling that there will be some sunshine somewhere. It is also cooler today, but bearable and I am sitting in the kitchen with the window open and do not need a jacket.
Otherwise yesterday was a restful day with no stress. I had a few errands to get at the store, but did not want to go into town, so took the easy solution and went to the new store just along the road. It was opened about two years ago and is quite useful. Their selection is good, fresh veg and meat, but they do not have a butchers section – only prepacked meat which means take what they have. I only needed cold cuts yesterday and it was not a problem. I also had to stock up on some chocolate as Mr. Swiss was complaining that I only buy my taste in chocolate.
Although we have been together for more than 50 years, there are still things that we do not share. Being soul mates would be boring in any case. We do not have the same taste in literature or films so there is always something to discuss.
As I only went as far as the next store yesterday there is not such a plethora of photos in my camera. At the moment it is the time when the various insects are seeking a nice comfortable place for Winter. Having a kitchen bordering on my porch is not so ideal, but at least I can get a few good photos. This seems to be a crane fly, although he decided to leave eventually.
And this little guy is a grasshopper sitting on my kitchen floor and wondering why. I gave him a gentle push in the right direction and he hopped off to the outside.
Of course there are the insects that belong outside and stay put, especially when there is collecting work to do on the flowers. This bee was too busy to smile for the camera, he had other things to do like gathering pollen or whatever it is they want.
I have also been quite busy in the kitchen having a tidying session. The local store has a special offer for plastic boxes which can be sealed airtight. I have bought a few and have been busy organising my food. It is moth time and the only good food moth is a dead one, so now they have no chance. I now seem to have more room in my kitchen cupboards. Mr. Swiss is not so happy as if he wants one of his many snacks, he has to find the right box and open it although they are transparent. Men can be so comfortable. Why do I not have a problem?
I am now off to take care of the rest of the morning. There is also some ironing to do from the bed linen I washed yesterday. A woman’s work is never done, but life would otherwise just be boring.
Take care, it will soon be the week-end and if possible avoid going places where everyone else goes. Our virus cases are increasing in Switzerland, although mainly in the Kanton of Waadt in the French speaking part of Switzerland, around Lausanne. Our Kanton of Solothurn has now decreased and we have 1 or 2 new cases daily.
I am Ahmed Abdi, a Wordpress blogger and storyteller who searches for stories that inspire people. I love writing because it’s a reflection of how I perceive the world around me. Lost in a world of endless chaos in my childhood, Unforgettable moments of tragedy and triumphs taught me the art of storytelling where I found myself through letter writing and then turned into stories but then sadly had lost everything I wrote for years. In 2018, I decided to create a Wordpress blog site that would allow me to store and retrieve every piece. Stories from my community, city and people are what make my writing so interesting and inspiring! I’m a tea lover so a cup of tea sometimes makes my blog.
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