RDP Sunday: Snitch

He was doing it again. Day for day, the same thing. This was not how she imagined retired life to be. Admittedly they were both no longer the youngest and not the most mobile, but someone had to do the action, so it was the fittest that plunged into the daily routine of going to town, shopping and making sure of survival.

She left after lunch leaving him with his nose stuck in the Kindle, as he had done so during morning. Morning conversation was reduced to a good morning, just to remain polite and “dinner is ready” when he actually moved to the table to eat. Everyone has to succumb to their needs, she thought, although her needs were basically keeping the place clean and tidy and making sure that everything was where it should be in case of emergency. You never knew if suddenly there might be an accident: it was always a good thing to have clean underwear and food in the fridge – you never know. And so she dragged herself to the store, bought the necessary and dragged it back home. Did he leave the chair, put his Kindle on one side, and come and see what she had bought? No, he did not, the book was more interesting. And then there were the times when she perhaps remarked on something, nothing important, just perhaps telling him who she met when she was in town, or even what she saw.

He might nod, but she had to tell these things at the right moment. It could be that an interesting passage was found in the book, or perhaps he had found something interesting on the iPad. His interest was still there for political events. Perhaps there was an election in the country, a crime committed somewhere. Even a new president would take his interest, but it had to be someone he had heard of. If she met someone he used to know, it was most probable that he had forgotten who it was, or not interested. She noticed that he had soon lost interest and was back to his iPad or Kindle. Modern electronic devices were good, but did they really have to replace conversation.

And so life went on – for him. She decided this was no life for her.

One day she went shopping. He only noticed when it was time for the evening meal that there was nothing on the table. Not even a plate and no familiar smell in the kitchen of something cooking. Of course he was annoyed, He did not notice so much that there was no breakfast, because he had given up that some time ago, and a cup of coffee was enough chased by a cigarette. He really felt hungry at lunch time, but he found something frozen in the fridge and even managed to cook it. There was even a few frozen loafs of bread. After a week of living on frozen food, and still waiting to hear the familiar sound of a key in the door he gave up. He had done a quick check and realised that there was only enough frozen food for the next two days.

A few years later he read an obituary from a local senior home bearing her name. “So that was where she had been hiding all those years” he thought. “What a snitch and a selfish woman she was”.

Nurse Mabel entered his room at the care home.

“Time to put your book away and sleep” she said. As she left the room she thought “Day for day the same place in his Kindle, the same words and same story.”

RDP Sunday: Snitch

RDP Sunday: Amber

Life has become amber coloured as time goes by. It has become fashion to described life in colour. Red means no go, green tells you that everything is fine, and when no-one really knows whether it is good or bad, they let you have an amber warning.

It no longer has very much to do with a precious stone, but daily risks.

Anyhow, I can still find some amber highlights in daily life, provided by the sun.

RDP Sunday: Amber

RDP Sunday: Mobility

It really is a question of mobility. When my MS was discovered four years ago, it had began to creep up on me. I say discovered, as it seems it been hanging around for 30 years, but apart from the fact that I could never ride a bicycle or tended to fall now and again, I thought it was just me. We all have our problems. However when I fell and could not stand up using my own legs, it was decided that I should have a more detailed examination by a neurologist. After various examinations in the hospital, the case was clear, Multiple Sclerosis had arrived. The funny thing was it did not even bother me so much, at last it had a name. Before the neurologist broke the news, I broke it to him, I mean if you read enough books and watch medical programmes on the TV, you know where it is going.

Four years of injections every second day is now my programme, although there is no cure, but just a breaking system to keep it in slow progression. Does it bother me? I really do not have time to let it bother me so much. I am perhaps one of the lucky ones: no slurred speech, no real pain, just fatigue in the legs which is the mobile part of it and no brain problems, although perhaps some might disagree, but I was always a bit of a rebel.

However, I decided to remain as mobile as possible. I began my journey with an electric wheelchair, but that was a little complicated when going shopping. And then I discovered the scooter. I even have a device to attach my walker. This means a 10 kmh journey to the store, park the scooter, remove the walker and in you go for the shopping. After 2-3 years of practice, I am sure I would be a winner in the scooter olympics and obstacle race.

It could be a lot worst, and the most important thing for me is to remain mobile and carry on. Now and again I might fall, but the ambulance people pick me up again. Oh, in the meanwhile Mr. Swiss also has a scooter (no MS, just old age that has crept up on him).

RDP Sunday: Mobility

RDP Sunday: Tidbit

I am often asked why I wear a poppy on my coat during the month of November. Although I have been Swiss since the last 51 years, my British origins are still there. Although I speak Swiss German since living in this country, and I speak it quite fluently, people still notice that I have an accent. Some things never leave you, and remain.

One thing I have never forgot is that my dad was away for 5 years in another country from 1939-1945 as a soldier, as were most Brits at the time. Many different countries were without the male population all for the same reason. There was a war going on. I was born in 1946 when the war was over and my dad was back home.

Many did not return home, from various countries. A poppy became the flower that remained as a reminder of what had happened, being the flower to be found in Flanders in Belgium amongst the battlefields and it is worn as a memory by the British.

I remember once I was leaving the Swiss aircraft after the flight from London to Zürich and one of the crew members asked me why so many British were wearing a poppy. She was young and lucky enough not to have lived through the perils of war.

RDP Sunday: Tidbit

RDP Sunday: Spoon

This is my photographic attempt at copying the classic sculpture work of art by the surrealist Swiss artist Meret Oppenheim known as Breakfast in fur. She constructed a cup, saucer and spoon all fur covered. I borrowed the fur from my three cats (with photoshop) and this was the result. The original work of art can be found in the Museum of Modern Art in New York.

I visited the museum when I was in New York many years ago and naturally made a pilgrimage to see the original. Admittedly my effort is not so perfect, but quite furry.

RDP Sunday: Spoon

RDP Sunday: Promises

I really cannot remember the last time when I promised anything. My time is running out and what is the point. I might not even be here to keep the promises I might make, and I forget most of them in any case. I lost the belief in promises a few years ago, just turn my back on them. I have been disappointed too much in life.

You cannot believe politicians because they only promise when they want to win votes. When they have got the votes they forget their promises.

RDP Sunday: Promises

RDP Sunday: Juice

The only juice I can oblige with is grape juice, a little enhanced with alcohol.

My daughter-in-law is from the Mosel area of Germany and the juice is grown everywhere on the slopes. Her family are involved in the production of the juice, mainly white wine, having a few vineyards. Here you can see the neat rows of grapevines along the River Mosel. I was there for a few days when my son got married and it was an experience of a lifetime seeing how the whole area lives from the production of this particular juice.

RDP Sunday: Juice

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RDP Sunday: Moving

Can you hear the cat move
Sleeking through the garden
No noise from foot pads heard
Not so much as a pardon
If you have no fur,
it makes it all the worst
The birds don’t heed the enemy
In tweets they are submersed
And suddenly they smell it
A scent of feline skin
Alarm is made in the nest
And they all begin to sing
Now the cat has problems
Its ears begin to hurt
And so he curled up and slept
And became an introvert

RDP Sunday: Moving



RDP Sunday: Unertuperturbed

Am I unperturbed? I was until I saw that little icon on my iPhone telling me that yet another update had appeared on the Apple horizon. It is a chain reaction because if the iPhone has it, then the iPad will get it. Thank goodness they are the only iThings I have. So iPhone is still doing the necessary, and iPad is on its way. What will the update bring? Probably I will never know, they are things that they do to annoy us, I am sure. In the meanwhile iPhone is finished, but iPad is still working it out.

And now to return to my peaceful Sunday afternoon. The iSky has cleared a little, no great sunny spell, but at least an unperturbed nice patch of blue with some fluffy clouds.

RDP Sunday:Unperturbed