Good Morning


I have never had a Poinsettia like this before. I always buy one in the local store before Christmas sporting its crown of red leaves, suspecting that after a couple of weeks the red leaves will drop and many of the other leaves, being left with a plant skeleton when the new year arrives. This time there was a difference. I placed it on a surface in front of a window and was careful not to be too generous with the water. When the earth became dry, very dry, I filledup the over pot, left it to soak and drained the surplus water away.  this happened once a week, sometimes after two weeks and in the middle of  February I still have some remaining red leaves and new shoots are appearing in between. I still have my plant from last year, no more red leaves, but it has become quite a size. After so many years of practicing, I am at last getting some results. I do not expect it to produce a new batch of red leaves for next Christmas, but who knows.

Otherwise my therapy lady arrived yesterday. I know her from my previous series of therapy from my MS problems, but this time it was different, as I have a broken leg. I realised that she got the hang of my various problems straight away. Yesterday was more or less examining the situation, but when she left I already had my first exercises to practice which was standing and sitting only holding onto my chair and not using my walker for support to strengthen the leg muscles and yes, I can do it. Since my accident I had completely lost my trust in my body parts. She will be visiting again next Monday and Friday and it at last feel that I am getting somewhere.

We visited the bathroom together and she gave me some tips of getting into the shower, although I will need someone to help, but I think I can do it.

Nera in Bathroom

The idea is of course to remove the cat (although Nera left us for the etnernal cornfields of mice a few years ago) and sit on the end. Then swing my legs into the bath, where I have a seat, and do the necessary.  I will need help with my left leg as it is not for swinging yet, but I can do it. I had a dry practice. Otherwise I now feel a little more confident. She said for a broken leg to heal 100% it needs a complete year, although by practicing my movements, I should be able to move around sooner. She also found it a super idea that I now have an electric wheelchair and reckons in a couple of weeks, I should be able to make a few short journeys with it.

Today I was hugging my bed longer than usual, but I was quite happy about it. Mr. Swiss is tackling the week-end shopping in the meanwhlile and I will do my slowly but surely stuff at home.

And now to move on to the excitements of the day. Keep safe, see you around.

Back Garden

Good Morning

Daily Medicine

What a morning. It would be so easy stop hugging my bed and wander to the kitchen to make breafast and perhaps see what the world was doing outside, but today is day of the fresh linen on the bed. I did my best but it was not best enough, and my duvet cover somehow lost the corners of the duvet. Mr. Swiss to the rescue and I moved on to other things, like sorting the laundry for the machine. Now it is all ready for the washing this evening. I generally only run the machine in the evening from 9.00 as electricity is then half price in our area.  I notice that in our house you rarely hear a washing machine during the day. We all have our own private laundry rooms in the cellar, but they are only used in the evening mainly, due to the half rate in electricity.

When I eventually reached the kitchen, my next job was sorting my medicine before thinking about breakfast. I think I will now begin to rattle I tried to reduce my pain killers, but it does not work yet, although I now only take one sort instead of two. I am still on blood thinning tablets until the end of the month to avoid an embolism. This coupled with my diabetes tables, should ensure that I will survive the day and can still indulge in chocolate now and again.


Speaking of chocolate, we have discovered a new sort in our local supermarket. It is a lookalike of a Lindt chocolate known as Chocoletti, but our Migros supermarket calls them Quadretti. They are packed in little cubes and flavoured with blood orange. We prefer the dark chocolate, although you can also have them in milk chcolate. They are very good, and eaten best of all straight from the fridge.

And that would be my highlight of the day. Yesterday I even managed to clean again. I am not quite ready to do the general walkabout with the mop and pan, but I wanted to see what I could achieve. Mr. Swiss was not so happy about that, imagining all sorts of accident scenes, but I survived. I am really fed up with just sitting around and looking out  of the window. It is a sad state of affairs when my only news is the latest chocolate and my medicine.

And now  to move on, who knows what excitement lays in wait. Have a good day.

Good Morning


Breakfast is ready for me and the crows. The crows are still thinking about it, but one or two have already appeared and I can hear them cawing in the background. The weather is still quite dull and there is nothing special to report. I already have my first telephone call of the day behind me to confirm my first therapy tomorrow afternoon. She wanted to alter it to the morning, but it would be too early for me. I need twice the time to get into action at the moment, so it remains a late afternoon session.

Mr. Swiss will be doing the daily shopping and how I wish I could go with him, get out a little and see something different than my four walls at home. The cleaning lady came and went yesterday. I have to get used to these things. She did a good job, but it is not what I am used to. I have had to deal with a lot of stuff that I am not used to since my accident and it is very frustrating.

I so miss my nicely organised daily rhythm. Breakfast at the computer composing my good morning writing and a few photos of the surroundings. Afterwards a half hour clean and brush up of the appartment. Now I do not even manage to get outside on the porch. I suppose I could, but the first steps in the morning are the most risky ones. The biggest success I have had up to now is to be able to dress myself in the morning on my own and that is not an easy task. We talk about when I can move around again. Of course I can move, but something like the tortoise, although he managed to get there eventually. I so wish I could walk without support from my walker, which I am beginning to hate.

It’s a short good morning this morning and now I will drag myself onwards to the bathroom.

Enjoy your day, and remember, every step more that you take is a triumph and an obstacle overcome, at least it seems like it to me.

Good Morning


I am later this morning as the cleaning lady arrived and is now busy with the work. I had to show her where everything was, and now she is getting on with it. At last I had an almost pain free night from my broken leg, what a relief. I slept normally and now feel more refreshed since a long time.

I was a little disturbed this morning by a strange remark on my yesterday blog that the content was not my usual clean blog content. I do not know if anyone else noticed some strange remarks or perhaps photos, but please let me know. Personally I could see nothing suspicious. You know me for many years, and that is really not my style. Now and again I might make a few negative remarks about certain politicians, who will not be named, but we all have our preferences.

In the meanwhile I am sitting comfortably and heard noise outside. The lumberjack has arrived.


He is removing a few trees opposite my window so I have a perfect view of the work. He even waved to me when he saw I was taking a few photos. I do not know why the trees are being removed, perhaps they were now considered unsafe after our various storms.


After the removal of the trees, my next door neighbour salvaged a few twigs and branches. I think she is constructing her annual easter tree that she has in the front garden and the tree remains would be quite useful for the purpose

Cutting Trees

He progressed to the roof of the bicycle shed and continued to chop. Afterwards his female assistant arrived and it seemed it was her work to shred the wood into smaller pieces.


And that would be the excitement for today. At last new photos for my camera.

Mr. Swiss has now gone shopping and my cleaning lady continues with her work. Have a good day everyone, see you some time later.


Good Morning

Blackkbird 16.02 (3)

Good Morning says Mr. Blackbird, munching his way through the seeds that dropped to ground level from the birdhouse above. The birds never give up and arrive regularly for their share of food. Soon March will arrive and the time to stop feeding them and let them do their own thing. It was a wet day yesterday and only rained once, but all day. Of course I did not go anywhere or do anything in particular. but watched it all from the window.

I usually visit my computer after my after lunch sleep, but yesterday had no go. Eventally I gave myself a push, and got into the swing of things. I even managed to cook a chicken for the evening meal, although had to rely on Mr. Swiss for the lifting of the chicken into and out of the oven. I am being spoilt at the moment. Due to a broken leg, I cannot do everything and after meals I just walk away leaving the removal of the dishes to my staff of Mr. Swiss and No.1 son. Something I have never done in my life. I suppose I should make the most of it, but will be glad when I get back to my old routine.

This morning I decided to hug my bed longer. It’s slow cooking this morning, and when I get the meat going I can forget it until lunch time.

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The only bit of excitement in my life at the moment is watching the birds outside. Remembering my days back in London, we also had birds, but really only sparrows or pigeons. The neighbour had racing pigeons in his back yard and he would let them go for a flight now and again. He just had to shake his bag of bird seed and they would return to their pigeon loft.

Whisky on the window sill

We lived in a house dating from 1884, and was a so-called slum as it got older. There was no running hot water or bathroom and the toilet was in the garden. There were two floors and grandad lived on the ground floor, where mum grew up with her sisters and brother. When dad came home from the war and got married we moved into the top floor and that was where I stayed for the first 20 years of my life. We had a cat, Whisky, and his favourite place was sitting on the window ledge of our kitchen and watching the bird life on the roof opposite. It looks quite precarious, and it was. One day he got excited at the prospect of a nice juicy pigeon for lunch, made a grab for it and fell to the ground below. However, cats have nine lives, and he spent one of them on that day. Mum and I both peeped timidly to the ground and saw Whisky walk away as if nothing had happened.

And now to move on, slowly but surely. Make the most of your Sunday and for the golden oldies, yes, it is Sunday, in case you have not noticed. I have to remind myself every day wat the name of the day is.

Good Morning

ER Hospital

Before panic breaks out, I am here. This morning we discovered I still have at least 8 stitches beneath a plaster in my leg in a separate row that were missed when I had the stitches out. As they had now been there for three weeks we phoned the emergency number. It was Saturday and the doctors are closed.

We got instructions to come immediately to the hospital, so after eating a quick breakfast and getting ready, Mr. Swiss and I were on our way. As usual the waiting room in the ER had a few patients. Some were wearing masks, which is a new rule. If you call in with a cold then cover up you face. We do not want it spreading. I reported at the desk and discovered to my delight that the lady in charge was born and bred english, just like me. We parted the best of friends. I had to wait a while, showed my medi card and eventually the doc arrived.

ER Hospital

I was invited to take a place on their couch, but decided I would rather sit or stand as I was not sure if I could manage to get onto the counch with my walker and various problems with the broken leg. The doc said no problem, and if I could stand he would remove the stitches. He mentioned that 2 stitches had already grown into the wound, but with a pull and tug he got them out as well. Yes, it did hurt, but I survived.

I am now at home stitch free thank goodness. So we can all relax: a late good morning but I arrived in one piece and 8 pieces of black cotton less.

See you later, must now go and cook lunch.

ER Hospital

Good Morning


Yesterday we had snow, actually quite a lot eventually, but by the time evening arrived, there was almost nothing left. An animal walked through my front garden, but Tabby my cat pleaded not guilty and it was probably the neighbour’s cat Roschti. It seems my garden is one of those secret feline paths.

Our snow cover has now completely disappeared as I think it rained on the parade. Mr. Swiss is already busy preparing for his excursion to the week-end shopping temple of the supermarket. He says if he goes early enough there will be enough parking place and he can get it done and done with. I was busy yesterday evening composing the shopping list. Life seems to be full of planning at the moment, but we golden oldies do not have any other major tasks. The only thing I am capable of doing is cooking, so I tend to make the most of it, dropping bits and pieces on the floor in the process and Mr. Swiss picking them up for me afterwards.

I have even begun to watch the TV again in the evening. I gave up long ago, preferring a book, but currently I fall asleep withe the Kindle in my hand, so decided to stick to the TV. Yesterday was an interesting programme about the Swiss Air Rescue, known here as REGA. We pay annually for the service which means that if we would need a helicopter rescue it would not be charged. I found their english website REGA. They have many heicopters stations in Switzerland and we now and again see them flying overhead as they make their way to rescue and injured person in the local mountains.

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I managed to capture an image on one as it flew past our area some time ago. The helicopters are manned by a team including a doctor and pilot and other medics and are 24 hours ready on a call up. They are not allowed to fly more than 12 hours at a time due to safety precautions. They also fetch people abroad and on the TV programme we saw a live rescue of a Swiss guy in Venice. He had an accident whilst on holiday and the Swiss flew to the hospital where the team had to board a canal boat to get to the hospital. They transferred the guy to the waiting plane and flew him back to Switzerland. They also showed a rescue of a lady that had broken her foot in a forest and her husband had to walk to the next village and alarm the REGA. They dropped a doctor by cable into the forest where he attended to the lady and afterwards hauled them both back into the helicopter.

On one of my stays at the local hospital for an operation I remember watching a helicopter land to deliver a patient. It was in the middle of the night and there were flashing lights and noise which woke me up. I had my camera with me and took a photo, although it was difficuilt through the blinds at night.

Helicopter landing Solothurn Hospital in the night

Being a patient myself at the moment, my interest has been aroused. I will begin my physio therapy next week. The doc has arrenged for it to be done at home as I am not very mobile. I will have to see if they can get me moving again in my old way.  It can only get better.

And now to move on, Mr. Swiss has already left on his way to the store and I should also make my way into the land of the living. It will soon be the week-end, so make the most of it, although being a golden oldie, one day is just like the other.