Photographers, artists, poets: show us REGRET.
This is not a humble pie, but a lemon meringue pie that I ate the last time I was in England at the Toby Carvery in Romford, England. When I visit my dad I do not bother him with cooking for me: at the age of 98 it would be a stress. I leave him to his own thing at lunch time and eat out in a restaurant. I do get some strange looks sometimes when I take photos of my food, but it is all in the name of holiday souvenirs. I quite like lemon meringue and have not made one myself for some time.
I very rarely eat humble pie, if at all. If I talk rubbish and in the conversation it crystallizes as a mistake, then I have no trouble to say it straight away, no problem. I do not make an issue of it and have no intention of becoming a Mrs. Uriah Heep. He was the bloke in a Dickens novel, David Copperfield, who was “ever so ‘umble”. He was so occupied with being “umble” that he was eventually caught and put into to prison for his ‘umbleness. The word always reminds me of this character.
So I really do not have much more to say on this.
As far as regrets are concerned, “je ne regrette rien”. Now that would be good for a song title. Aha, it has already been done by great singer Edith Piaf. Let’s see if we have a video on you tube.
Look what I found and an original recording. Lovely song and great voice.
I did not regret marrying Mr. Swiss and
because of this, leaving my home country to spend life in Switzerland. They
gave me citizenship when I got married, so I had no choice. After 46 years of
Swiss life, 44 married to a Swiss, I am quite happy. Would I like to return to
England? Definitely not, I would feel out of place in England, have lost
contact with the English way of life and I am not keen on the food. It is good
to see old friends and relations again, but I feel like a cuckoo that has been
planted in the wrong nest. The world has become smaller with the computer and I
have contact with many, even in the dreaded Facebook which also can serve its
purpose sometimes.
Perhaps I am not too keen on the cold, snowy winter weather in Switzerland, but the country functions in spite of this. Early mornings are a Russian Roulette on the road with the car, but usually by lunch time the ice and snow on the road surfaces is cleared away: as long as there is a supply of salt to scatter on the roads, no problem. If I was in England and it would snow, the roads would not be cleared by lunch time, salt supplies would probably dwindle to nothing and the schools would be closed. Admittedly England is not a country that lives with cold icy Winters as Switzerland, but it can happen and when it does everything stops.
Mr. Swiss just told me that the comet ISON has reappeared after taking a trip on the other side of the sun at close quarters. It did not burn to a cinder, but survived and is now winging its way again in the sky: a little dimmer, perhaps not so spectacular, but it survived.
I will now leave everyone tucking in to their confessions and humble pie and hope they have more to say about this that I do. This was a little bit of a boring subject to write about mumble, mumble, mumble.
Perhaps I am not too keen on the cold, snowy winter weather in Switzerland, but the country functions in spite of this. Early mornings are a Russian Roulette on the road with the car, but usually by lunch time the ice and snow on the road surfaces is cleared away: as long as there is a supply of salt to scatter on the roads, no problem. If I was in England and it would snow, the roads would not be cleared by lunch time, salt supplies would probably dwindle to nothing and the schools would be closed. Admittedly England is not a country that lives with cold icy Winters as Switzerland, but it can happen and when it does everything stops.
Mr. Swiss just told me that the comet ISON has reappeared after taking a trip on the other side of the sun at close quarters. It did not burn to a cinder, but survived and is now winging its way again in the sky: a little dimmer, perhaps not so spectacular, but it survived.
I will now leave everyone tucking in to their confessions and humble pie and hope they have more to say about this that I do. This was a little bit of a boring subject to write about mumble, mumble, mumble.
I think 'Old Blue Eyes' put it best:
ReplyDelete"Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do , I saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way"