FOWC with Fandango: Housekeeper

A lot has changed since I am living alone for the past year. When Mr. Swiss was here we shared most things, although housekeeping was my department, but he would help or give advice (giving advice was his main occupation), It was a joint effort. I am not uite alone now as my son lives with me at home. He is autistic, but he has order in his room. Everything has its place. I have realised that we did not have so much order, We were both working and there was not always the time to do everything. For the past year I have been organising, eliminating what is not needed. It took a time for me to get my bedroom organised for I, me and myself, it was not really a job I wanted, but had to be done. This is the result. I also realised that it is not only the “house” part that needed organising, but the cellar part and other such rooms. I am now getting there gradually. The house part is more or less done and the extra rooms are nearly there, although there are still various unwanted objects to be removed in the next local collection. I think life will become boring, after everything has been dealt with.

Housekeeping also includes the financial side of events, but yes, I can do that now. I have dealt with all our tax matters and our bank situation. A year ago I had no idea, but with the help of No. 2 son and my bank contact man. I have everything under control (I think, I hope). It is amazing what you can learn when you have to.

FOWC with Fandango: Housekeeper

RDP Saturday: Ties

One thing that Mr. Swiss did not definitely take with him to his golden home was a tie, I still have them in my wardrobe, but who wears a tie today. There was a time when a business man (as M Swiss was) would feel undressed without a tie, although most men found a way to avoid wearing the dreaded tie all the time. As Mr. Swiss they always had a spare tie in the desk at work, in case a special visitor arrived or a sudden important meeting was made. Silly really, so that was how it was. Today even the business men wear their jeans and Nikes to work and no-one blinks an eye.

I remember my dad. It was years ago, but if he was going somewhere, he wore a tie. If we were visiting members of the family, he wore a tie. It was custom.

I wore my first tie when I started at high school. It was part of the uniform. It had green and red horizontal stripes and I remember my dad taught me how to tie the knot, which I can still do today, although of course I no longer wear a tie although I still have it at home, as a souvenir of my school days.

And so the ties sit in the cupboard. My No. 2 son works for the Swiss government, and he took his pick from the good ties that we still had. Even they were mostly silk and had their exclusive names such as Dior or Gucci, and the prices were corresponding.

Who needs a tie today? I am sure that there are many similar collections as mine sitting in the cupoards of the grandfathers and fathers of today.

RDP Saturday: Ties