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FOWC with Fandango: Comfort

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When its cold outside and temperatures are freezing
Then bring out the gloves, to stop you wheezing
Wear warm socks, and a hat on your head
Make yourself comfortable, even in a sled
So I saddle my scooter and slide into town
Come wind or cold I wear no frown
It might even snow, then I leave it all at home
I relax on a chair and then I do not roam
If I was a hedgehog I would cuddle up in leaves
Stuff myself with food to ensure I would not freeze
But I am only human, and no-one tucks me in
So I have to do it all myself. and wear a sheepskin
I can dream of summer time with the sun high in the sky
In the meanwhile I take a warm drink and hope to get by

FOWC with Fandango: Comfort

FOWC with Fandango: Putrid

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Cows like to share their recycled matter with others, mainly flies. I think it is one of nature’s circles of life. The cow eats hay, and drops the recycled matter on the ground. The flies build a home in it for their many offspring and when the youngsters have hatched, the rain washes the remainder away. It is not putried, just one of nature’s byproducts.

FOWC with Fandango: Putrid

FOWC with Fandango: Succumb

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Time for a bite to eat. Now if I sit here she is bound to notice me. I have to put the starving cat expression on my face then she cannot resist. I can hear her coming.

“Hello Roschti, time for a little snack?”

I only really speak meow, but get the idea when a human speaks. This is a good one, she even smells of cat, although she probably is not aware of it. so here they come, the little tasty bits and pieces. Now I can go to town on a munching trip, although it can get a little annoying when she takes a photo.

FOWC with Fandango: Succumb

FOWC with Fandango: Fidelity

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My wedding ring with the reflection of the camera as I took the photo and it was my second wedding ring. Although I have been married for 52 years, for ten years approsimately I did not have a wedding ring. I remember buying the original ring with Mr. Swiss. It was a plain gold band. We did not have a lot of money, but it very much resembled my mother’s wedding ring so I decided this was the one.

Forward to many years later when I was on holiday in London visiting my dad, I had an accident whilst crossing Tower Bridge with my friend in the evening. I broke my arm. If you are going to fall and break anything, then make sure you do it in a place to be remembered. My friend took me to the hospital and they kept me as I had broken the arm. I was operated the next day and a day later was back at my dad’s house, but without wearing my wedding ring. Before the operation they said I should remove it and I told them it was not possible. The English nurse tried but confirmed it was not possible. After the operation I awoke to find some strange blue marks on the finger and the wedding ring on a band hanging around my neck. I do not know how they removed it and I did not ask, but the finger was still in one piece and so was my arm. They had fixed it with a pin.

And now forward another few years. Mr. Swiss found having a wife without a wedding ring was not so good and decided it was the time for me to have a new ring. He tried to get it as a surprise, but had to take measurements so I realised that something was afoot (or afinger). And now I have my wedding ring again, this time in white gold. In the meanwhile the pin has been removed from my arm as the bones mended, but this time the ring remained.

FOWC with Fandango: Fidelity

FOWC with Fandango: Gravy

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Not exactly how to cook a perfect gravy, but gravy was a mum word. It would come out of a packet, was a powder and brown coloured. You mixed it with boiling water and there you had your brown liquid to cover the meat.

Me, I do it myself, with a little help from the juices coming from the meat. In later life when mum was still amongst us, I would visit her or she would come to see me in Switzerland. By that time gravy no longer existed in my vocabulary, it had become a sauce. That really made mum a little uncertain so she began to used my “sauce” word, although pronouncing it as if it was a foreign language, which I suppose it was, as we used the word in our Swiss German dialect. Somehow it did not have the same delicate ring to it as it should have had. On the other hand gravy was mum, I survived on it and no harm done.

FOWC with Fandango: Gravy

FOWC with Fandango: Vapor

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Since I have been living in our wonderful little village in Switzerland with a population of cows almost equaling that of humans, this is the picturesque view from my village. I do not mean the wonderful Swiss alps in the background, I mean the two chimneys sending their vapour into the air.

Our authorities have assured us that it is not dangerous, just the smoke produced at our plant where the garbage is burnt. Of course it is not dangerous, it is only unwanted refuse and we all know what we throw away – out of sight out of mind.

I have been living here 20 years and from the beginning this was one of the views from my garden. Our rubbish from all over the Kanton is collected and brought to this place to be burnt. At least it makes a good subject for a photo. It is almost to compare with the smoke released from the Vatican when the new pope is elected. sometimes we have white smoke and sometimes not so white, but we are not electing a pope.

FOWC with Fandango: Vapor