RDP Wednesday: Decor

In June 1990 I had the pleasure of a visit to Marrakesch in Morocco with Mr. Swiss and his company. It was really something from Arabian nights. We were invited to an evening meal in a supersized Bedouin tent with entertainment and nothing was saved on the decorations. We were entertained by these musical men

and even I joined in with the ladies (although not voluntarily – they just pulled me onto the floor).

Even the meat was dectorative This was a Lamb – but very delicious.

RDP Wednesday: Decor

Good Morning

This was a photo accident. It escaped from my mobile phone as I entered the garden this morning, but why not. It shows our blue sky with a whisper of a cloud ready to disappear almost immediately. I seem to have my head upwards when I take my morning view. Otherwise I decided to hug my bed a little longer this morning. I am not going anywhere or doing anything.

I have a new routine in the morning of measuring my blood sugar before I eat or drink – straight from the bed. I am determined to get this thing under control and it is working. Everything was under control with a blood sugar that could be seen and lived with. After that ritual I took down the washing that had been drying overnight and organised my breakfast. I am now sitting at the kitchen table, naturally with my computer.

I was it town again yesterday afetrnoon for my appointment with the doc. I was now travelling with no coverings on my burnt arm and felt so much better. It is not exactly a pretty picture after the attack of the boiling water and hot stove, but it is more comfortable. The doc had a good look and found it was healing well. It is the complete surface of the lower under arm that was burnt and I will probably have scars afterwards, but that does not bother me. As long as I can live with it – and who does not collect scars throught life. It was good sunny weather, although a little chilly as I travelled on my scooter. My next appointment is end September when she will do a long term sugar test to see how my new regime is progressing with eating carefully and taking my tablets regularly. I might get away with it this time, but have learned my lesson.

The town was looking good with its roadside cafés along our restaurant mile next to the river Aare and I decided to make the most of my journey.

There were even some decorative palm trees on the way and you really had the feeling that you were somewhere in Italy and not in Northern Switzerland. I stopped off at one of the stores to get Mr. Swiss his weekly supply of cigarettes (at the age of 82 he can have his little indulgences) and I also had to get milk. I usually buy a few liters at once to last, but Mr. Swiss did not realise that the store was empty at home. He needs milk for his coffee and I used the reminder in the morning for the spätzli I made to have with lunch. I now have 6 liter on order. I otherwise never drink milk. I do not really like it and I have a digestive problem with it.

The river was looking good and the clouds were completing the picture.

I did not linger too long in town and eventually arrived home to organised my photos and prepare the evening meal.

And now I must go. There will be a bread dough to make this morning and lunch does not cook itself. At least I can now shower normally without wrapping my arm in protective plastic to keep it dry. May you all have a good day, problem free.