Daily Prompt: Humble Pie

Tell us about a time you found out after the fact that you’d been mistaken and you had to eat a serving of humble pie and the new look

I could not find a photo of a piece of humble pie in my collection so here is a photo of Swiss army chocolate, that every able bodied Swiss soldier would recognise. Yes, we have an army and anyone at the right age, and being fit enough, must do his three weeks service every year until his time has been done. My youngest was a soldier for at least 10 years, annually, and many were the bars of Swiss army chocolate that he ate whilst on manoeuvres, but wait. He never did manoeuvres, only in the first 15 weeks as a recruit. Otherwise he was sitting in the office looking after the accounts and ensuring that they had enough to eat from the local food suppliers.

So back to WordPress and the task they have given us. It seems to be a one of those weeks where we make a self analysation about whether we hold grudges, do we forgive and forget and now to top it all, we must tell them all about when we ate humble pie. I don’t have a problem with humble pie and certainly do not make a blog about it. 

I could tell everyone how I hated the new editor on Word Press and stuck with the old one just to prove “not with me”. In the meanwhile I have downloaded the new Mac App for WordPress, am loving it and have also discovered that I can do the new WordPress editor with absolutely no problems. Perhaps I am one of the lucky ones, because my photograph hosting site is not in WordPress, but in another place and so it works. I do not have to tear my grey hairs out in frustration after spending an hour trying to upload one photo with heading, as many others seem to be. I also write my blog first of all on my computer in Pages/Word and do a copy paste into the new blog interface which works nicely. I don’t know if it works so nicely if you write direct into the new editor. Here there is still a slight problem with copy paste, these instructions do not work on the mouse, so I have to apply Strg C and Strg V, but that works nicely.

The new editor is somewhat narrow, but even that I have got used to, probably because to compensate the text is bigger and being a golden oldie my horizon is narrow in any case. I do not like travelling up and down to arrive at the heading, it used to travel with me. I also do not like scrolling to get to the html heading, but I have survived. I have discovered if you can do html, half the battle is won with this new editor. If you cannot do html, then you may have problems.

So that is my humble pie. At first I blogged about how useless this new development was. It was going in the wrong direction and now I have learned to like it. I did the big test yesterday with one of my illustrated blogs, a few photos and text in between. I did not need more time than usual and to be honest I even finished it quicker, thanks to the new WordPress App on my Apple. Ok, I have an Apple, not all of us have an Apple, but WordPress have promise that the Windows App is on its way, just put your name on the list for those waiting. 

So and now I am concentrating on digesting this confessional. Let’s see if there is some pie left for others. I hear the sound of the vacuum cleaner in the background, but Mr. Swiss said something about emptying its digestive system. It must have swallowed some crumbs from my humble pie.

WordPress Daily Prompt: Humble Pie

Tell us about a time you found out after the fact that you’d been mistaken and you had to eat a serving of humble pie. 

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.

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