Ok Ok. I know I should have booked two full weeks, but the thought of two weeks in a caravan just did not hold enough attraction. Anyway, here I am about to post my first blog. Back in my village in rural Baselland Switzerland with too much time and too few disturbances. Got home from the office at 6.00, and tidied up the kitchen and living room.... go you wild thang. I then set about drying my swim towel (did I mention I swim a Km per tag)? and then proceeded to iron three more business shirts to get me through the week. Now achievement feels good and feeling full of it I proceeded to cook an omelet (three eggs, mushrooms and ham) and chased this down with a nespresso coffee. I am sure that George Clooney would frown at the combination, but hey, what the heck. Caught up on day 11 of the Olympics and felt the warm fuzz that British supporters feel when their teams are achieving. Followed this with a review of the Sydney Morning Herald to get the incredibly sporting viewpoint of the Aussie press. How is it that a country that punches so high above their body weight in the sporting arena can be so arrogant and such bad sports?
The phone rang and it was our family financial guru. Discussion is currently focused on how to buy the dream farmhouse in the village. Now I could go on here, but I will not, as I am a suspicious person, and I do not want to count my farmhouses...chickens etc...
Anyway. Why a blog. Well it is a first, and maybe it could be fun. And of course my other half and myself have discussed possibly blogging our way through the ****house project to maybe help keep us sane or to ward off potential like minds from undertaking a project from hell.
So the bank will value the place this week, and I am hoping to follow the valuer through the place at the same time. I have only been in it once before, and that was an experience that can only be shared in a separate blog.
Must away now to my sleep.