What shall I write I am so unsure There are times when I’m lost And it’s all one big bore I feel like this grouse just sitting in my chair Not finding the words For everyone to share And so I will retire and forget the whole thing Tomorrow is another day Another bell will ring
Let’s be honest, there is a new wave of feeling better than the others, even a little superior.
“I had my Covid jab today. Didn’t hurt at all, and no ill effects afterwards.
“My arm hurt, and I felt a little drowsy, but after a day it all disappeared. Have you had your second jab?”
“Not yet, but I have an appointment for in three weeks. What about you?
“Same here, and you?
“Not yet, but I am on the list.”
And so the person on the list was really feeling a little inferior to the other two who already had their protection from the virus.
Is it becoming a status symbol. Are the jabbed few superior to those that have not yet been jabbed? Of course not, it is a luck of the draw and having enough underlying complaints, or being one of the chosen golden oldies.
I feel very inferior, unimportant. The Swiss have forgotten me and all those that I know. On the other unjabbed arm I supposed I can be glad that I do not have the hairy pea infection. Perhaps I am imune. No good feeling superior about it, you go when you have to go (I mean the jab of course, what were you thinking).
I really need something like this to invigorate and get me going for the day at the moment. After such a dismal year with a pandemic, frightened to go anywhere and see anyone and reorganise life to the degree that you almost become a hermit. I need this as an inspiration. Come on sun, do your work and brighten up my days – and life.
These two felines own two of my neighbours, but it is rarely that you see them together. The ginger cat is Roschti, 18 years old and the other cat, the tabby one, I am not sure, but has been amongst the feline clan for about four years, so she is a youngster. They do not like each other. Roschti the elder of the two, does his own thing, but the younger lady cannot resist following him i
. They do not actually fight, but their exchange of language is generally a hiss, nothing friendly.
Here they were getting a little closer, but not reallya recommended position. I often wonder how kittens happen, as it seems that no two cats really like each other. It is probably regarded as a necessary evil.
In the days of online payments my invoices are usually dealt with on the same day and afterwards filed away to be forgotten. As you get older it is better to deal with these affairs immediately, otherwise they are quickly forgotten or disappear. When I was a working woman it was part of my job to construct invoices to be in line with official documents such as Letters of Credit. That was many years ago, and I am sure I could no longer do it. As the text was mainly english, I was the expert in the office.
I live in a village Hedgehogs say goodnight to the cows Everyone knows everyone else So curiosity we do not rouse The air is so fresh Excellent an illness to cure Except when the farmer fertilises the fields It is then that we have the scent of manure
Was it a miracle, a wonder when this sparrow was standing on water Should we pronouce him as a prophet, I don’t think we oughter It was a very cold day and the water began to freeze He was standing on an icy surface, being careful not to sneeze
I have been watching a programme on the BBC TV lately every evening from a guy called Rick Stein,travelling around France and showing the various dishes from the different areas. He, himself is a cook, and had a few restaurants. He demonstrates a few dishes in his programme from France and he is giving me ideas. Mr. Swiss reads his book or otherwise dabbles with his computer and No. 1 son goes into town in the afternoon or listens to his music and so I have to keep myself busy and am slowly discovering the cooking world. I am not a 5 star cook, but its fun.
I do like to keep everyone happy at home, in good health and comfort. It is just a way of life. Not a special super menu, just something I can rustle up for an evening meal. I do not cook in the evening during the week, but might during the week-end. We eat cold cuts with a few trimmings. I like to know what I am eating and avoid eating from a tin. Since a few weeks, I am now even baking my own bread. My housewife days are still with me, but it is no longer a “have to do” but “do it because you want to, if time allows”. I never really had the time to enjoy cooking, I had to plan it all around lunch times of a working family. Now I can really enjoy food preparation. A salad sauce is not longer just oil and vinegar, but a mixture of various fresh herbs and made with care. My kitchen and dining room are part of my welfare state.
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