RDP Monday: Sizzle

I had to go back a few years to find a sizzling photo. This is 2007 when we had one of our evening grill evenings at the village first aid group. Everyone brought their own meat, so it was a bit of a mixture. We have families living on our estate that seems to eat only grilled meat during the summer, so we all get a whiff of what they are cooking.

I thought that grilling was a man’s work, so I welcomed our first grill food. However, I soon discovered that the men in my life did not grill but just gave out the instructions. After scraping the fat and burnt remains from the grill when we were fiished on our grilling Sundays, I decided that sizzling food was not my idea of fun. Luckily we had a small electric amateur gill and nothing with burning coals. Needless to say after a couple of months of not being used it was relegated to the cellar and at some time since 2007 it disappeared and has never been seen again.

RDP Monday: Sizzle

RDP Monday: Kettle

Kettle? Is that what my mum used to boil water when I was still in her care. Every cup of tea had its water boiled in a kettle. Our water was not so perfect and was full of lime (we called it fur) , meaning that the kettle eventually had a thick white layer which collected over time. The only solution was to dissolve it with vineagar.

And so what happened to the kettle? It has disappeared over the years and been replaced by something more modern (plastic or glass) which has a light show when it is boiling. I suppose they are called water boilers (am not sure of the modern english expression) and we now have our second edition. The water boils quite quickly and modern life has given us an expensive filter system which eliminates the lime. However sometimes I miss the kettle, it was so homely and it just belonged to mum and her household.

RDP Monday: Kettle

RDP Monday: Robust

Why do we have a headquarters for an anti Covid jab? Why is there always an official guy standing outside? It is a mystery to me. I have been waiting for at least a month, since I sent my official request for a jab. I contacted my neurologist as I was actually a year too young to qualify and he issued immediately a document to prove that I should be vaccinated. I have MS and diabetes and that, in the eyes of the Swiss government is enough to prove that I need the jab. In the meanwhile I am observing that Israel have vaccinated almost their entire population, that the British (of whieh I was originally) are on their way to vaccinating the complete population. Vaccinations can be made at your doctor’s surgery, sometimes even in a chemists, but we Swiss all have to go to the official center in your state for the vaccination. For me it is no great problem, just along the road.

This evening I took the situation in my own hands, on the telephone and discovered a telephone number to contact. There was an immediate answer and it seems I was through to the official Swiss country centre. They could not really help me so much as it is a kantonal problem, but the guy on the phone was very helpful and said the problem in Switzerland was getting supplies of the necessary matrial for a jab. It is coming from America, perhaps Scandinavia, or Germany and there is just not enough. It seems there was enough for Israel. The Brits have their own but we Swiss are still waiting. Inhabitants of senior homes have already got their vaccine and now it is finished. One thing the guy confirmed was that when I get the first jab, the second one would be completed within four weeks – big deal.

In the meanwhile I just stay in isolation, as well as Mr. Swiss. My son is still working daily, and we are all hoping that he does not come into contact with the virus, although he does not mix with many people. I am worried, but I do now have a telephone number (given from the guy I phoned today) for my state and might get more information as to what is going on. I am annoyed and feel neglected from my state, my country. I will not give up and will pursue the situation until I get satisfaction from somewhere. I am fed up with seeing all the lucky others, especially an article I read from the happy senior citizens that now feel much safer since they have had their jab. I want to feel safe as well. Enough complaining, Do I feel better? I suppose it does help psychologically.

RDP Monday: Robust