Photographers, artists, poets: show us VICE.
I am so perfect, that I do not have a least
favourite personal quality. It looks like my extra points are again
disappearing over the horizon. But just a minute, let us ask Mr. Swiss, whose
opinion I always, almost, appreciate.
“What did you say? Temperamentvoll? That means full of temperament, bubbly, spirited. Aha, not quiet, you mean I could play it perhaps a little more cool sometimes and not explode.”
I do not think I will ask Mr. Swiss any more, He is probably prejudiced after spending more than half his life with me. Nobody’s perfect Mr. Swiss.
As you can see from the photo, taken by a local paparazzi (will not mention and names) I am the personification of calm, nothing excites me. At this moment in time, I was probablyhaving leading a discussion on how to compose the
perfect prize winning blog.
Things just happen. We have a new vacuum cleaner. It is one of those Dyson type new developments, you know, no bags for the trash. The trash seems to be digested in the insides of the machine and only fine dust is expelled. I think it might be bewitched, possessed, wondering where does the rubbish go. Being a housewife, it is part of my job to know how this machine works. It arrived yesterday. My first confrontation was the electric lead. I am used to pulling it out and pressing a lever with my foot for it to disappear again into the bowels of the machine. This new fantastic formula one machine had no lever. Admittedly I uttered a few words not for the ears of children. Mr. Swiss pointed out that I have to just pull the cord gently and it automatically reverses, disappearing again. Mr. Swiss is so clever and I am not so gifted with the gentle touch.
My second problem occurred today. I did not actually loose my temper, although Mr. Swiss said he heard me from another room and I wasslightly strongly
excited, quite loud. I wanted to detach the long sucking tube from the machine
to deal manually with sucking dust in a corner with a shorter tube. I had to
wait at least half a minute until he came to my rescue, but he came. Of course
he knew the answer; just a calm squeezing movement on the hose and the tube was
detached. He is so clever. Of course he studied the instruction book. We have
an instruction book?
Do I have a least favourite personal quality in others. No, not really, perhaps those people who always know the answers, especially when I am lost in translation. I did have a disagreement with the Swiss Governernment in 1994 when the female pension age was increased from 62 to 64 years old. How dare they, two years of my golden oldie life sacrificed for a stupid law. However, it seems that it was put to the vote and the Swiss nation said “Yes please”. I did not say yes please. You see, the Swiss nation did not ask for my opinion.
Otherwise, I do not drink, do not smoke and …. isn’t life boring sometimes?
“What did you say? Temperamentvoll? That means full of temperament, bubbly, spirited. Aha, not quiet, you mean I could play it perhaps a little more cool sometimes and not explode.”
I do not think I will ask Mr. Swiss any more, He is probably prejudiced after spending more than half his life with me. Nobody’s perfect Mr. Swiss.
As you can see from the photo, taken by a local paparazzi (will not mention and names) I am the personification of calm, nothing excites me. At this moment in time, I was probably
Things just happen. We have a new vacuum cleaner. It is one of those Dyson type new developments, you know, no bags for the trash. The trash seems to be digested in the insides of the machine and only fine dust is expelled. I think it might be bewitched, possessed, wondering where does the rubbish go. Being a housewife, it is part of my job to know how this machine works. It arrived yesterday. My first confrontation was the electric lead. I am used to pulling it out and pressing a lever with my foot for it to disappear again into the bowels of the machine. This new fantastic formula one machine had no lever. Admittedly I uttered a few words not for the ears of children. Mr. Swiss pointed out that I have to just pull the cord gently and it automatically reverses, disappearing again. Mr. Swiss is so clever and I am not so gifted with the gentle touch.
My second problem occurred today. I did not actually loose my temper, although Mr. Swiss said he heard me from another room and I was
Do I have a least favourite personal quality in others. No, not really, perhaps those people who always know the answers, especially when I am lost in translation. I did have a disagreement with the Swiss Governernment in 1994 when the female pension age was increased from 62 to 64 years old. How dare they, two years of my golden oldie life sacrificed for a stupid law. However, it seems that it was put to the vote and the Swiss nation said “Yes please”. I did not say yes please. You see, the Swiss nation did not ask for my opinion.
Otherwise, I do not drink, do not smoke and …. isn’t life boring sometimes?
I really like the Dyson products, I had one of the first machines they produced some years back, I have always used them since. Mine is probably due for an upgrade soon.
ReplyDeleteOriginal Dyson is very expensive in Switzerland, about 700 Swiss Francs. Up to now we always had Miele, which have also become quite expensive and make a lot of noise. We got the Robert Bosch Dyson lookalike as it had a very good critic in the consumer news and we are satisfied. Very quiet and does everything it should. We now have our old Miele in the washing room, which is quite handy. We have an even older model in our hobby room in the celler, so we are completely equipped now.
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