FOWC with Fandango: Trip

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My trips are no longer nice excursions to unknown far away places, but have now been reduced to a chauffeur driving van to the local hospital. The word “trip” now has another meaning, fall, and usually take place if I happen to get my foot caught into an immovable object with the result that gravity takes over and the object offers resistance.

It is amazing how you get to know the routine. You fall and cannot get up and then you call the ambulance. I must say the guys that arrive with the ambulance, also ladies, are well equipped and with one grip you are lifted back on your feet again. Perhaps you have had a lucky trip and nothing is broken or injured. If you are unlucky, you remain down and get a ride in the ambulance, spending a few days in hospital getting things repaired again: almost a holiday. It is just like a 5 star hotel. It might cost a little more, but the insurance pays and you get a 24 hour service.

My last real trip was when I visited my dad in England, but that was a few years ago.

FOWC with Fandango: Trip

FOWC with Fandango: Lobby

Covered pavements in Bern
Bern, the capital town of Switzerland, is full of lobbies. It is built on a lobby system with passages leading to the entrances of the shops on the one side. On the other side there is the street. I had moved from Zürich to Solothurn and it was then my exploring of the Bernese streets began, as we have a direct train connection from Solothurn, just an hour’s journey.

I fell in love with Bern the first time I stepped out of the train with its many passages. Everything was sheltered. Who cares if it rains, you never get wet and do not even need an umbrella. Sometimes the passages are half empty and in the thick of the shopping centre, they can get quite crowded.

Pavement in Bern - covered

But who cares, the lobby style with its passages everywhere remains the same. It has nothing to do with politics, it is just the street style. I discovered that there are a few towns in the Kanton of Bern with a similar style.

After my love for Bern, I had another love. I met a Swiss guy and fell in love with him as well, just a little more than Bern and we are still together after 50 years. Now and again we would visit Bern for a shopping trip, or just sighseeing. In our golden oldie years we no longer travel so much, but have many good memories of the town

Covered pavement in Bern
FOWC with Fandango: Lobby

FOWC with Fandango: Prudent

Balloons

Pamela was so happy. Today was the day when they had their annual dinner and dance and Dr. Johnson had promised her the first dance. She had put her best red dress on, the one with the bows making a row down the front. Her mother had even bought her the silver shoes she saw in an order catalogue. She could not do any shopping herself as she easily got lost in town. She was forgetful and had problems with money so she left that sort of thing to her mother or her sister. Now Pamela was almost ready; just a touch of lipstick and some eye makeup and she would be the belle of the ball. Well that was what mother always said. Her mother would not be there, the celebration was reserved for Pamela and her friends, together with the doctors and nurses.

Everything in the canteen had been decorated with colourful paper strips hanging from the ceiling. There was a cocktail bar arranged in the corner. Of course, not real cocktails, but the drinks were pretty, some blue, some green, red and orange and you could drink what you wanted to, although Nurse Janet told Pamela she could only drink one or two as the sugar in them was not good for her. Nurse Janet was always telling Pamela what she could and could not do. Nurse Janet just spoilt everything, so Pamela decided to ignore her when she could.

The food was great. There was lots of crispy chicken piled up on plates, fried potatoes and corn on the cob, as well as tomato ketchup to go with it if you wanted it. Pamela loved putting ketchup on everything, she decided red was her favourite colour. She was not very happy about where she was sitting. That stupid Bobby Smith sat down next to her.

“Is this place available” he asked.

She just wanted to tell him it was reserved when Nurse Janet was standing there.

“Of course you can sit there Bobby, I am sure Pamela does not mind such a nice gentleman sitting next to her.”

Pamela was annoyed. She was looking for Doctor Johnson, but he had not yet arrived. If he had already been there she was sure he would have sat next to her.

The main course was served and now ice cream arrived for all. Pamela loved ice cream, but she did not like the way Bobby was eating it.

“Be careful Bobby, its melting and dripping all down the spoon onto your clothes.”

“No problem” he laughed that silly laugh he had and took the paper serviette to clean it away.

Pamela looked away from him and saw Dr. Johnson entering the room. She laughed and waved at him. He looked in her direction and then Nurse Janet went over to him and took his arm to lead him to an empty chair.

“Typical Nurse Janet” she thought. “Why does she always interfere and now she is talking to him and taking his attention away from me.”

Pamela decided to do something about this and walked over to Dr. Johnson.
“Hello Dr. Johnson”

“Why Hello Pamela you are looking particularly attractive this evening with your lovely red dress and makeup. A real lady you are.”

“Dr. Johnson the music is starting and you promised the first dance.”

“Of course I did Pamela, but first of all I want to try one of these fortune cookies. You know what it says. They will tell you how your future will be. Take one as well Pamela and see what it says.”

“Oh yes, Pamela, you must try it” said Nurse Janet, “I will have one as well.”

“So Ladies” said Dr. Johnson, “what do your fortune cookies say?”

“Well mine says “Romance comes into your life this year in a very unusual sort of way” and Nurse Janet smiled at Dr. Johnson and he smiled back. Pamela was annoyed especially when their eyes met. It was as if what the fortune cookie said was something private between the doctor and the nurse.

“So tell us what yours says Pamela” asked Dr. Johnson.

When Pamela took the paper out of her cookie it said “The smart thing to do is to start trusting your intuition.”

“What does that mean” she asked Dr. Johnson, but Nurse Janet butted in and explained that Pamela should do what she knows must be done.

Pamela listened very carefully, repeated the words twice as she had been told when she did not quite understand everything she should let it go through her head until she did. She decided that it was a good thought to have.

Now it was Dr. Johnson’s turn to open his fortune cookie. Pamela was so excited as she was sure it would be the answer to her dreams.

It said “Say I love you and mean it, you can’t do that enough.”

“Well I never” he said and looked at Nurse Janet deep into her eyes. “I think that is what we have been waiting for Janet.”

“I think so too, Bob. My fortune cookie told me that romance came to me this year and that is so true”

Pamela was shocked, she could hardly keep herself under control. Dr. Johnson and Nurse Janet spoke to each other with their first names.

It was then that Doctor Johnson stood up and tapped on his glass to call order.

“I am glad that everyone is enjoying the annual dance this year. I would just like to make an announcement. You all know our Nurse Janet and what a jewel she is helping us all. Well I too have found her to be a treasure and my fortune cookie agrees as well. Janet you know I love you, I can’t tell you that enough. That is what the fortune cookies says and I am sure you will be glad to hear that our Nurse Janet has accepted my proposal and will marry me next week.”

Pamela was heartbroken and she left the room choking back the tears. Since she had been in the clinic for the mentally handicapped, she had never met anyone that she cared for as much as Dr. Johnson. “And now because of a stupid fortune cookie he had told everyone he would be marrying that witch Nurse Janet.”

It was then that Pamela remembered the words on her fortune cookie. That night after everyone had retired to bed she sneaked out of her room, still wearing her lovely red dress, down the corridor to Dr. Johnson’s surgery. She could hear voices. When she opened the door they were both standing there with their arms around each other, Dr. Johnson and Nurse Janet.

Pamela was put into a special prison for the handicapped. The charge of murder could not be brought against someone that was mentally handicapped. It was rather a brutal killing. She had taken a heavy glass paperweight from Dr. Johnson’s desk and hit both the doctor and nurse Janet on the head with it. She was glad that she had worn her red dress. She did not want to look as grubby as stupid Bobby Smith after eating ice cream and after all, red was her favourite colour. She gave as her defence the words on her fortune cookie “The smart thing to do is to start trusting your intuition”.

FOWC with Fandango: Prudent

FOWC with Fandango: Can

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“What’s that? A tin of tomatoes?”

“Of course not, well not just a tin of tomatoes. It is a work of art. A photo showing my artistic talents.”

“A tin of tomatoes from my kitchen. You mean when I put them in the spaghetti sauce I am actually eating a work of art. Taste like tomatoes to me.”

“No you just do not understand. There was an American guy who painted a picture of a tin of Campbells soup and he became famous throughout the world. Now it is my turn. My tin of tomatoes will be my trade mark.”

“But it is not a painting, a photo and they have thousands of those tins in the local supermarket.”

“That is not the point. My tin is unique, look, I even did it in an enhanced version.”

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“Nothing special in that. Looks the same to me but without colour. Are the tomatoes also in black and white when the tin is opened.?

“Of course not, it is just my artistic monochrome colouring feature.”

“Did that American guy do that as well?

“Definitely not, that was my idea. True artists do not copy, we only produce originals.”

“But the idea was not original and all you did was use your photo app on the computer. Instead of spending half the morning on playing with photos of a can of tomatoes, you should spend the time opening the can and cooking lunch. And don’t forget to put the spices in the sauce, just in the colour they grow with.”

FOWC with Fandango: Can

FOWC with Fandango: Doctor

Transfusion

The olden days of a stethoscope are now gone. Today you will be hung onto a machine and it will blink and peep and take it all over. They even have a mini vacuum cleaner to suck the wax out of your ears. There is a medicine for everything. Sometimes I think they invent the illness so that they can make a cure to go with it. It used to be a general practitioner, and now we have the days of specialists: one for this and one for that.

I see my neurologist once a year to get my medicine permitted for another year and otherwise I avoid doctors if I can. The only doctors I really like to see are the ones on the TV. They all look so good, handsome and wear such nice “scrubs” as they are now called. I think every country as its own medical heroes on the screen.

FOWC with Fandango: Doctor

FOWC with Fandango: Rely

You are the salt of the earth
The crust on my pie
The milk in my coffee
I just cannot lie

My world is complete
When you are around
You support me so often
When my hopes hit the ground

I cannot be without you
And I rely on your best
Sometimes you have problems
And then you have a rest

But we carry on together
We fight through thick and thin
There are evils outside
But against them we will win

You are everything for me
Salt of the earth and tutor
What would I do all day
Without my faithful computer

Apple computer

FOWC with Fandango: Rely