I have gone back many years, to 1911 exactly. It was the coronation of King George V of England and Queen Mary. This little jug was one of the heirlooms from my paternal grandmother: not of great value and there are still many in existence, but although I am not such a monarchist, it is nice to have one.RDP Monday: Crown
The cat’s bedroom was now perfect. It was so comfortable, he decided to stay there for the afternoon.RDP Monday: Emerge
It is a tough life being a sea gull and gets a bit draughty sitting up on the chimney. At least you can keep an eye on things down below. And now I must go, down there someone is spreading bread crumbs. Not the best idea of sea gull food, but better than nothing and first come first served, before the others eat it all.RDP Monday: Tough
The case is now clear. The days of banana palms on the edge of town are finished. Summer is gone, Winter is on its way and no chance for bananas and so the tree has been felled. It now lies on the ground. Will it return again next year? We will have to wait and see.RDP Monday: Lucid
I live in a world of swaths
In the fields they are everywhere
Some are curved and some are straight
And some can be quite square
You will find them on the slopes
They can also be very flat
The farmers are addicted to them
Newly discovered format
When they plant their seeds
They begin to grow in lines
Swaths appearing everywhere
For the birds they are secret signs
Life can get quite complicated, especially if you have to call for one of these in the morning as we did. I began to clean the shower room and suddenly the room began to turn, or was it my head. Eventually I was on the floor wedged between the toilet seat and a cupboard beneath the sink. Mr. Swiss was soon by my side, perhaps not so soon as he is no longer the quickest on foot. I think he heard my cries of despair. In the meanwhile I did manage to get my foot out of its immovable position and was sitting, not quite so comfortably on the shower room floor. My head was no longer spinning like a top, although there was an uncertain feeling.
Mr. Swiss arrived at the scene of the problem. Although it is always good to have company, he was not able to help me by lifting me to my feet again. Luckily I was prepared and had my mobile phone with me. It was in a small shoulder bag hanging around my neck as I had been listening to “Smooth Radio” on the telephone, one of my favourite radio stations. Having MS is not easy when one of the problems is standing in the horizontal after landing in the vertical, so I knew the routine and called the ambulance service. Unfortunately the number I had was the police, but they transferred me immediately. Cutting a long story short, within ten minutes the ambulance arrived and two young ladies took each arm and pulled me back into the horizontal. I had already organised Mr. Swiss to place a chair, and so my predicament was saved and I was back on a normal level.
Otherwise still a little giddy, so I decided to spend the rest of the day at home, but I was brave to the very last.RDP Monday: Hardihood
It was not an actual ruckus in town, but it was October Market Day when the stalls are out selling what they have to sell and the people are out having a look to see what is being sold. This young lady in he photo was enjoying a bag of freshly roasted chestnuts which are sold on the market place daily.
There used to be more people meeting and greeting and enjoying the general noise and contact with their friends and perhaps relations,
Today there were few groups. People now tend to avoid each other, the Covid cases are spiralling out of control, even in our little Switzerland. I drove through it all in my scooter, the people making a path for me to pass. I do not mind a ruckus, livens the place up, but today it is almost an eerie situation. You get guilty feelings if you are enjoying yourself.RDP Monday: Ruckus
I was a beginner when I realised that my legs no longer wanted to attach themselves to my feet when moving. This was before I joined the ministry of silly walks. I needed a cane, a stick, something to guide me through life without stumbling on the way. Of course, not any stick. I had a look in the various stick shops in our area which were mostly there for the mountain climbers. They were not suitable for a walk along the river bank or in the woods. There were also various choices for the oldies, not even golden oldies, but already platinum. They were all in brown, dark and boring.
I have to have some sort of walking support, and the first step is a stick, but what to do. Online of course. I dived into the computer and discover a web site for your walking stick in various versions and colours. The choice was great with all colours and sizes I decided on a telescopic stick that I could adjust to various sizes. Who knows, perhaps I might shrink in age.
Colours? They had everything in all rainbow colours and the patterns were great. I now had the agony of choice, but it hit me in the eye when I saw it, although my second choice was one in a scottish tartan design. It was love at first sight, something straight from the rain forest . The handle had a gold band around it and for a small extra cost, I had my name put on it.
I decided if you have to have a stick, then even more so.RDP Monday: Handle
If there had been more bubbles, it would have been froth
Drinking from a bier jug, you would definitely have to cough
Let’s forget the whole thing, I am sure that I would sneeze
Bubbles or froth would tickle my nose and cause a very strong breeze
Once upon a time I had a plant for fodder
Went by the name of basil, and was attacked by a dodder
I suddenly had threads that put it in a mangle
They were twining with each other, a veritable tangle
Climbing everywhere, strangling the leaves
I did not know what to do, were acting just like thieves
Dodder is a parasite and is better when its dead
There was only one altenative, to lock it in a shed
But it was looking at my other plants and might have sent a seed
I threw it into the garbage as it really was a weed