RDP Saturday: Light

At last the lamp on my desk is working, not that it was broken, but it kept flackering in between. It was almost as if it was possessed. Just now and again it was trembling. It was then that my clever cleaning lady said it had a wobbly contact and promptly removed it from the lamp and dropped it on the floor. It then had more than a wobbly contact, it was kaput. Luckily I had a spare lamp which was so weak it hardly had any light at all. then I had a clever idea and swopped it for a light bulb that I had in another lamp, much stronger and now it is working. Although I have told my cleaning lady that she could perhaps bring me two new lamps the next time she visits. Anyhow everything working again, no wobbly contact and enough light to be able to write my blogs.

RDP Saturday: Light

RDP Saturday: Gift

Not one of the most pleasant gifts but this is where the clinc is situated where my husband has been recovering from is various complaints to get him back on his feet. It began with pneumonia, he had a broken hip joint which was operated in the local hospital and afterwards by a night and fog action he was transported to the clinic. We have now been separated for the past month almost after 52 years of being together. Admittedly when he was working in the past, he now and again had to make business trips abroad for a few days, but that was something different. He is now 82 years old and we will both be glad when he returns home again. The sickness insurance covers it all until 3rd January when he will return, although he finds he could return next week, but no good rushing things.

There were no Christmas gifts this year, we stopped giving them a few years ago, but my gift will be when Mr. Swiss returns home. In the past we would often spend our holidays in the Bernese Overland, where the clinic is, on the Lake of Thun, but there is nothing like home.

RDP Saturday: Gift

RDP Saturday: Clutter

Clutter is not problem if you can hide it in a drawer or cupboard, but it is when the objects want to show themselves in public that you get the problem I had my orchids outside on the porch during the summer where they nicely behaved, made their flowers and did the things that orchids should do. Now winter in approaching and it is too cold for these delicate plants, so I found a place on the dining room table. It is no great problem and one has already begun to flower again at the front with the white flower. Everything is wonderful. Tomorrow I will have two adults and two children more to lunch – family. I cannot expect them to share their dinner with the orchids so I will have to shift all the plants into the kitchen where I already have three other plants and – yes another orchid. No great problem, when I can eventually put them outside again in Spring.

RDP Saturday: Clutter

RDP Saturday: Celebration

This was a celebration never to be forgotten. It took place before Christmas in 1956. I am sitting in the front row, third from left with a strange hat on my head. My dad worked for the Ford motor works and he would pay for my participation in the children’s Christmas party during the year. Of course I did not know that at the time, and was sure that Fords were doing it all to keep us kids happy. We children met at the company and were taken by a coach to an event. This year I remember it was a visit to one of the large London circus events in the Royal Albert Hall with clowns, elefants and all the trimmings. Afterwards we were transported back to the company and had a Christmas tea. We children were all called together and were given our Christmas gift and they were really good gifts – something for the boys and something for the girls and all organised according to your age.

We kids did not know each other, but that soon changed and on the way to the event we got to know each other and when we returned we were already in our own little groups. They were parties never to be forgot. My dad worked for the company, in the wheel department, until he retired. Of course Ford cars still exist, but the company is no longer the same place in Dagenham in London. Things change over the years and I think that we children must now all be golden oldies in our seventies, like myself. The Christmas parties no longer exist of course.

RDP Saturday: Celebration