RDP Sunday: Homecoming

Is this my homecoming when I cross the English coast, seeing the white cliffs of Dover?

Or is it when I see the Swiss Cross on the tail of the plane taking be back to my chosen country, Switzerland.

The first twenty years of my life spent growing up in London and moving, voluntarily, to Switzerland where I have been living for the past 54 years, I even landed in Switzerland on my 20th birthday, which was a coincidence,

I have nothing to hold me to London today. Family is no longer, just a couple of cousins, and friends are contacted by computer, be it Facebook, e-mail or messenger, or they might visit for a holiday in Switzerland. Although we are all now golden oldies and travel is no longer so possible.

Seeing the outline of the Jura mountain chain in my “back garden” and the greenery of the fields makes me feel at home.

RDP Sunday: Homecoming

RDP Sunday: Adieu

2016 was the last visit I paid to London. My father had passed away and I knew that after this visit I would no longer ever visit England again. I had to say adieu to many places and friends and relations. I always stayed with my schoolfriend when I was in London. She lived near my father and would often visit him which was something I could only do once a year. She always picked me up from the airport and would bring me to the airport when I would be taking my home flight. I remember saying to her on the occasion that it would probably be the last time I would be in England, although she would always be welcome to visit me in Switzerland. We are both getting older, and I am no longer as mobile as I was, so we said goodbye, but not adieu. You never know what surprises the future might hold.

RDP Sunday: Adieu

RDP Sunday: Appealing

The entrance to our vaccination centre serving the population of Solothur and surroundings, not very appealing. I am on the waiting list. First of all they had a “hot” line where you could phone for an appointment. However, the line was so hot, that it was burning at both ends and there was no chance of getting connected. Now we can do it by computer and both Mr. Swiss and I are now waiting for our appointment which will probably be next month – we are now on the list. I think they have vaccinated about six thousand in our Kanton up to now, with new victims every day.

Note the police car parked next to the entrance. That is because the building for our Kantons police is next to the vaccination building. As you can see there is no-one queing for a chance to get their jab, but it was Saturday and at the week-end no-one is being jabbed. Some other countries are boasting about how many people they are managing to get vaccinated, one after the other, but not the Swiss. We do it methodically. In the meanwhile I order my groceries on line and am living in self isolation, baking my own bread. Why rush, I only see the neighbours if I happen to be filling my washing machine at the same time in the cellar.

RDP Sunday: Appealing

RDP Sunday: Nut-Brown

It all started just before Christmas. I had a cupboard in the kitchen and the contents would not behave themselves. There was a large metal dish that did not fit. No matter what I tried the door would be constantly opening, because I could not close it due to the corners on the dish. Someone made the suggestion to use the dish for various seasonal objects (in wordpress) and so the dish found its way on the table in the dining section of the living room with various bits and pieces and had a purpose in its ornamental life. Everything was a bit nut brown and now and again I would replenish the items that got eaten.

That is the problem. This dish is next to my computer when I am in the living room and temptation is always present. As I am typing and applying my unique ideas of what to write, I get see all those inviting nuts and sweets. Now and again I eat a peanut, perhaps crack a walnut, not to mention unwrapping and eating a piece of chocolat. The problem are the nut shells, the chocolate papers and even some tangerine peel. It can get quite messy, but I no longer have a problem to close the cupboard door in the kitchen.

Nut brown is just a symptom.

RDP Sunday: Nut-Brown

RDP Sunday: Leftover

And that is all that is left. Jesus did it with five loaves and two fish to feed five thousand people. I only have a remainder of a pork chop and boiled ham to divide between myself, Mr. Swiss and No. 1 son. But Jesus did not have to feed my No. 1 son who always ensures that nothing is left. If he had been there at the time, this miracle would not have passed the test. The only reason why I am left with the ham and piece of pork chop is because I rescued them, put them one side for something to eat on our last evening of the holiday. The remains for the choisi de frigidaire.

I am quite happy with a piece of cheese and some potato chips, but my men are carnivores, so they can have the meat. Today I cooked the remaining carrots as a veg, and used the remaining fresh parsley as a garnish. And life goes on, but my No. 1 son will keep his eye on the left overs. I found one brussel sprout in the fridge that slipped through, but that will not be a problem. No. 1 son does not eat green vegetables, so I can divide it between Mr. Swiss and myself.

RDP Sunday: Leftover

RDP Sunday: Caravan

Once a year, usually in July or August, our town is taken over by caravans. The Swiss circus Knie arrives with their staff.

They take over part of the town. It is interesting to see how they build the tent, only to dismantle it three days later. Since I have been living in Switzerland for the past 53 years they travel throughout the Summer visiting the larger towns. It is a family business handed down from father to son and all are active in the circus, mainly training the animals.

I have never been to the circus, I do not like circus, but it part of Swiss tradition.

RDP Sunday: Caravan

RDP Sunday: Stage

To cut a story short, the man on the drums is Mr. Swiss about 20 years ago. He was not exactly on a stage, but playing in a group in a local restaurant. There was no room for a stage. I attended many such occasions and was used to seeing Mr. Swiss as the drummer. I suppose he was always on the stage for me more than 50 years. It is probably one of the reasons how I came to understand jazz. The drumming days now belong to the past, but the love of the music remains.

RDP Sunday: Stage