Tomorrow is 1st August and we have a holiday in Switzerland. The country is taking the day off, at least most of us. There are probably a few that have to work to maintain that the country till functions. However, a few hundred years ago three guys met around a cask of beer and a fire to keerp themselves warm and decided to make a country. In the meanwhile the three guys expanded to about 26 guys and now we have a few states called Switzerland.

The Swiss will be celebrating, probably with a B-B-que and a few, or many, cans of beer. I will not be celebrating so much; just stay at home with my son. It used to be a firework display in town in the evening, but this year our town has banned the fireworks, probably there is a danger. I am sure the dogs and cats and surrounding wild life will be glad. Although we have had so much rain lately, I cannot imagine it could be dangerous.

On the illutration you can see various flags b elonging to a few Swiss States. I know a few of them, but not all. It all happens tomorrow, but visiting Mr. Swiss in his golden oldie home yesterday I noticed that preparations were already being made, a bar was set up for refreshments and there will be a special meal served for all. I might visit in the afternoon, am not sure. Rain is again on its way so I may have problems getting there on my scooter.

It is not really absurd, although being 50% Brit I will only be celelbrating with the half of my thoughts.