RDP Sunday: Amber

Life has become amber coloured as time goes by. It has become fashion to described life in colour. Red means no go, green tells you that everything is fine, and when no-one really knows whether it is good or bad, they let you have an amber warning.

It no longer has very much to do with a precious stone, but daily risks.

Anyhow, I can still find some amber highlights in daily life, provided by the sun.

RDP Sunday: Amber

One Word Sunday: Night

I do not very often get out at night, not interesting when you are in a wheelchair or scooter for transport. However my autistic son told me last week of the wonderful sunsets in the evening when he was departing for home in town. It was more a fact report than a romantic description, being an autist, but I asked him if he could perhaps just take a photo with his mobile camera for me. He said he would and when an autist has a quest, he fulfils it. The photo above is the result of his photographic attempt. I think the only photos he had taken up to then were from various musicians at concerts.

Anyhow I was impressed not only by the night sky but from his artistic attempt. I do not know if this will be a one off for me, but I did say he could take an interesting photo for me now and again.

One Word Sunday: Night

Good Morning

I thought there would be no good morning photo today as everything was in a mist and not a very romantic one. However, something caught my eye as I looked out of the window and I saw that we had our first morning frost, not too much, but enough worth a photo. Undaunted I stepped out onto the edge of the garden (in a light cover up of a dress) and did a zoom. Perhaps not photo of the year, but something completly different. I then hurried back to the warmth of the apartment as it was quite cold out there. I almost tripped over a bowl of frozen water that I have outside for any passing wild life, and perhaps not so wild. I survived and am now warming up in the kitchen on the computer.

Yesterday was a day at home. I decided not to go anywhere, although it was a nice bright sunny day.

And so I decided to bake a cake. You have to do something with your spare time I suppose. I searched for an interesting recipe for a chocolate cake and could not find one, so I did an Angloswiss standard mixture that always seems to work. My tasters (Mr. Swiss and No. 1 son) muttered a few approving words in between a test taste, so everything under control.

Otherwise I was busy taking a few photos of my feathered friends who had settled in the tree opposite, within sight of their food supplies on the ground.

There was quite a gathering, something like Piccadilly Circus in London, or Times Square at the New Year. They were flying back and forth constantly. I think the surrounding bushes are the place for digestion.

I even had a flying visit from Mr. Magpie, although he only stays long enough to pick up a nut or two.

Here he is examining the goods on offer.

Otherwise a relaxed day. The evening TV programme was a bit disappointing and the only film almost worth watching was *Knight and Day” with Tom Cruise playing an agent on the run from the CIA with Cameron Diaz. I even got interested in it, but the best film I saw yesterday was a very old one, 1954, White Christmas with Danny Kay, Bing Crosby and Rosemarie Clooney. It was really an old ham, but a lovely piece of ham. Everyone was dressed in their best clothes, all the men were wearing a “necktie” and there was no snow until the glorious end at Christmas when it appeared just at the right time. I must be getting sentimental in my older years and really, “they don’t make films like that any more” as ny dear old dad would say. Mr. Swiss reminded me yesterday how well my dad could sing, and that is true. When in the army he sung with two colleagues to entertain some of the other soldiers. It was not an official engagement, just for the fun of it, but they did once win a soldiers singing competition.

And look who was on a visit yesterday. This time they both arrived, but keeping a safe distance. Noting to do with our Mr. Covid, but just a cat distance as they are not the most sociable creatures. Even mating can be quite a fight until the lady decides.

Have a good Sunday everyone, I will do my best. Might even go on a mystery excursion this afternoon weather being good.

Good Morning

How’s that for a sunrise. At last we are getting somewhere, although the reward was temperatures of 0°C through the night. Really time to clear the deck of sensitive plants. I do not have a deck, at least I do not think so, but a porch. I still have two pots out in the garden, not yet dead, but now wilting leaves and son No. 1 will have to shift them today to a more sheltered place.

Today will be a day of isolation, I have decided. I really do not have to go anywhere. All I need is a pair of cervelat (Swiss sausage) and my son can pick them up at the store when he is in town today, so no problem. You can eat them cold or fried, and they keep nicely in the fridge for a week. I just need them for our help-yourself tea on Sunday – choisi de frigidaire.

I did my walkabout in town yesterday, but really no great action. I stopped at one of the stores (Mr. Swiss cigarette supplier) and had a look around for something necessary. All I got was some chocolate as they have a good selection. Otherwise it was back home again through the cold. I really did need my gloves this time.

Even the pigeons were sheltering beneath one of the old town arches, opposite our town hall entrance.

I got my delivery from the online store yesterday and it was perfect. I got a message on the computer telling me that Jürgen, the chauffeur, was already on his way at 11.00 a.m. and at 11.30 he had arrived. He was a nice guy and I discovered he had a wonderful accent in German. I though he might be a Bavarian, but no, he was an Austrian from the German border. I am really become an expert in German dialects.

Christmas is approaching. Although I am not a Christmas person and hate the stress of it all, I have discovered that organisation and logistics is a great help. You can organise so much with a computer. I am originally a Brit, been living in Switzerland 52 years, but I do still miss the British food at Christmas: mince pies, Christmas pudding and cakes flavoured with our special mixed spices. I decided to do something about it, so in one of my surfing iPad moments (in bed this morning) I visited the British Shop web site in Switzerland. I discovered they have really improved and it is now online big business for us ex pats. I will be placing my online order this week.

They even have self-raising flour. In England a normal flour for baking, but in Switzerland not available and every time you bake something you have to add the baking powder. In self-raising flour it is already included. They even have english sausages, although not a Mr. Swiss choice. He prefers the bratwurst, but I so miss the english pork sausages, although Mr. Swiss calls them “sawdust” sausages. The Swiss really have no food appreciation. That Swiss shop is really good. Perhaps a little more expensive than in Britain, but reasonable. I even found maple syrup, which is not really British, more American, but they had Golden Syrup – now I have not seen or tasted that since my childhood years. It looks like it will be a British Christmas this year.

On the way into town I passed by our museum which is now surround by almost naked trees.

And now to get down to some serious work. I decided on a meat loaf for dinner today, meaning mixing the mincemeat with the additional ingredients and getting it generally ready for the oven. How easy it was shopping this week, online life is wonderful.

Unfortunately online hoovering and ironing has not yet been discovered, but even that one day might become a reality. And now to wish you all a good week-end, enjoy it, and stay safe. Isolation also has its advantages. I will be baking a cake today, but not a banana cake which seems to have become fashionable in our pandemic times. I think I will attempt a chocolate cake.

See you around-