RDP Saturday: Perception

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I seem to be lacking in perception in my golden oldie years. I have become a logistic specialist, I organise. Of course I perceive that something has to be done and how you do it that is the clue to the whole experience. I have realised that the burden of home life rests on me. We are both not getting any younger, and our mobility has suffered. Mr. Swiss has become my advisor if I have a perceptive blackout, but he is not Mr. Action.  That is where I have to combine my perceptive ideas.

I went for a wheelie in my chair this afternoon and I organised it so that I would be home latest at 4.30 p.m. I was even 10 minutes earlier. Mr. Swiss was reading a book whilst I was away. I arrived and began to perceive, no organise. I had planned on a mincemeat pie for the evening meal. The preparations would take about half an hour, The flaky pastry was one of those ready made efforts, already rolled. Afterwards I would even have half an hour before I put it in the oven. It worked, and now it is baking (see photo) whilst I have time to write my daily challenges.

My life seems to be based on organisation, saving time to have time for other chores. And I even have time to read in between and managed an hours sleep after lunch.  This morning I even managed to give my many orchids water in between cooking lunch, it was all a matter of planning.

I now perceived that I will be uploading my 80 photos that I took on my mission to town this afternoon and wheelie home along the river.  Oh, I perceived today that Spring is almost here as the flowers have begin to open and the storks have at last taken possession of their nests.

RDP Saturday: Perception

RDP Saturday: Waiting

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At the moment I am waiting for the chilli con carne to cook. I decided to have an afternoon at home, taking it easy and no stress. I could have gone into town and taken a few photos, but when I arrive home I have the evening meal to cook and that would be stress. Now I took it easy and it is now bubbling in the kitchen. This is a waiting game I don’t mind.

RDP Saturday: Waiting

RDP Saturday: Spring

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It seems to have been moving to Spring all through the Winter that never was. We had one day of snow, cold temperatures, but it was bearable. Was it only yesterday that I was on the search for Autumn leaves falling, turning to shades of brown and red and now I search for signs of Spring. I even found a couple in my garden.

The snowdrops have been around for a couple of days and now the flowers are opening. They are looking a little bedraggled because it was raining.

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Surely that cannot be all, no it is not. I have signs of daffodils, but only the leaves up to now.

First crocus

And where there are daffodils there must be crocus. Yes they are also poking through the surface. The season is rescued, Spring is on its way, although taking its time.

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If the farmer begins to plough the fields, then Spring must be in the air, or in the earth.

RDP Saturday: Spring

RDP Saturday: Nation

Swiss Court near Leicester Square, London

Next to Leicester Square in London, there is a small patch known as Swiss Court. It is the opposite of me. They planted a metal tree showing all the characteristics of Switzerland, showing the emblems of the 26 States of Switzerland. There used to be a modern building quite near known as “The Swiss Centre”. The name was Swiss and it even had Swissair offices to book your flights to Switzerland. In the basement there was a Swiss Restaurant, although the only Swiss food I remember was a Black Forest Cake and that was actually a German speciality. The Swiss Centre no longer exists, is now just offices, but this Swiss metal tree remains as a reminder.

And that is where my story is similar. I planted myself in Switzerland 53 years ago. Two years later I had my Swiss passport due to marriage with Mr. Swiss, but he was just an extra, I only met him after arriving in Switerland. There is no metal tree where I live, with British symbols. The only thing remaining seems to be my strange accent in Swiss German which many people cannot really define. Some think I might be originally dutch, must be a similarity somewhere. When I admit to being originally english, they all nod in approval and find “we thought it might be something like that”.

And so here I am and what remains of my British roots? I seem to be finding them again. Over the past years of married life I adapted and submitted to the Swiss life. I could always read an english book although with the years my German and Swiss German became quite fluent.  Today we are two golden oldies, and Swiss but with a little bit of British remaining. A funny thing has happened. Mr. Swiss now tends to go earlier to bed, and I am left with the choice of TV channels. I never used to bother so much, but now I am a follower of the British TV. I watch the sitcoms and get involved with the serial plays. I just love watching the antique shows they have and documentaries by David Attenborough and his animal kingdoms were always a favourite.

Mr. Swiss? That is the funny part of it, because he has also got to like the British programmes. I would add his english has always been quite fluent. Of course now and again we will watch a German police series or documentaries, but slowly the BBC is moving in.

By the way, nothing to do with patriotism. I do not stand when I see the Queen on the TV and have no time for the Royal Family. I do like British politics, it is much more fun than the Swiss politics. Not every country has a Boris Johnson with his blond hair that resembles something from the electric current flying in all directions. Not forgetting the British humour, with its black side. I have the best of both worlds, I can eat Swiss food every day and watch the BBC in the evening.

RDP Saturday: Nation

RDP Saturday: Extinct

The Skeleton
How many years will it be
When the human skeleton is to see
In a museum to show how it was
And there is no-one to explain the because
Dust gathers on the bones, is there anyone to care?
The last human disintegrated, there was too much hot air
We all became figures resembling quasimodo
Remember the saying? As dead as a dodo

RDP Saturday: Extinct