Actually it all started yesterday evening when Mr. Swiss was making a coffee. We have one of those electric jugs for boiling water (my mum would probably have called it an electric kettle). Anyhow it sort of had an internal explosion - no flames or sparks, but just made a noise and died. The light was still burning on the outside to show a little bit of life was left, but no heat was being produced. We went back to the stone age method of boiling water in a saucepan and decided that today a new water cooker must be bought. Mr. Swiss said he would go into town to get one as it would use up too much of my (precious?) time to get one at the lunch hour. Things never turn out as you think they will.
Here is the next bit of the exciting catastrophe events. I was driving to work this morning as always. I dropped my oldest son off at his workplace and carried on to my company. Just as I was approaching the village where I work an ominous light bulb lit up on the car dashboard, signalising that one of my lights was not working. As a Volvo is equipped with many lights it meant having a good look when I eventually parked my car. Luckily a colleague turned up and parked next to me so she did all the checking for me. We eventually found that it was the back left hand brake light. I phoned Mr. Swiss from the office. He suggested going to one of the garages opposite our company, but I was not too keen on that. Eventually I left work an hour earlier at lunch time and drove home. Picked up my other half and we drove off to the garage which is in the village of Attiswil. Whilst Mr. Swiss was dealing with the re-installation of our brake light, I decided to take some photos. I won't mention what Mr. Swiss said about this good idea, but he did shake his head.
I eventually delivered Mr. Swiss back home and drove off to work. Now that was an eventful lunch hour.