RDP Tuesday: Tease

Fly on keyboard

These guys are the expert teasers. No matter what time of the day, they are there. Already in the morning they are buzzing around when I am eating breakfast. I always have a fly swatter near, but they seem to have a built in radar and at the last minute before the swatter swats, they fly off to a place where they can look down on you as if to say “I am quicker that you”. I do not see them all through the colder months of the year. I am sure they are invaders from another planet and arrive in a spaceship from their own planet. They swarm out of their ship and they are here. At the end of Autumn when Winter is approaching the chief fly captain stands at the entrance of the space ship and calls them all to embark for the journey home.

They have no respect for privacy: even my computer keyboard is used as a landing place. I like to have my windows open in Summer to let the fresh air in, but the flies use the opportunity for an invitation. And if you are cooking, they are buzzing around everywhere.

I am kind to insects if they happen to enter my home and put them outside again taking care not to hurt them, but flies I am sure are born to be killed, but for every dead fly there seems to be another 10 to replace it.

RDP Tuesday: Tease

FOWC with Fandango: Tease

language books

At the beginning I was a Londoner, a genuine cockney from the East End of London where we all spoke cockney. Not exactly the queen’s english, but if you were a cockney in the wrong place, your language was found to be strange and not so correct. Perhaps it was a good preparation for my later life.

I arrived in Switzerland 52 years ago and I had a knowledge of  basic German. At least I thought I did, but no-one told me that in the German speaking part of Switzerland people spoke Swiss German, a dialect which even the Germans do not always understand. My first experience was registering in the government offices in Zürich. Luckily the Swiss german speaking wife of my boss went with me, because I did not understand a word. I even tried with my german to show I can speak the language as well, but to no avail.

Somehow I managed to survive my first two years in Zürich and then I changed my job and went to Solothurn, where they also speak Swiss German, but this time something similar to Bernese German, which was again different to Zürich German. Yes, the Swiss are very clever, they have a dialect for every area, sometimes every town, and now and again every village. I was not being teased, I was being lingually tortured. Eventually I got a Swiss husband, who also speaks perfect english. As the months passed I was getting Swiss German answers to my english conversation. I was mixing with the Swiss daily and had a Swiss mother-in-law who spoke basically only Swiss German, with a touch of some French like most Swiss and absolutely no english.

Oh and I got two Swiss German speaking step children when I married my Mr. Swiss. As the years passed, I also had two children, and they grew up speaking Swiss German as their first language. Do not ask me, I do not know how it happened. These things sort of infect you and today I speak basically Swiss German every day, unless there is someone who needs english.

And yes, my Swiss German, or even German, is not perfect. I get mixed up with the pronunciation of the two little dots on top of the u like ü which makes the pronunciation of certain german words sound a little amusing. At least I always got peals of laughter when I said these words, and still do.

My sons can speak english, but why should they. Their mum has an amusing accent when when she speaks Swiss German.

FOWC with Fandango: Tease