We got to Gruyeres and checked in to room 24, as always; it has, over the years become ‘our’ room. This is yesterday, still………Saturday. A police man had asked us for five Swiss Francs before letting us go up the hill to our hotel. This has never happened before and the hotel lady apologised profusely. It seems they are collecting for a new car park, as the place has become a real tourist hot spot and no one is exempt. She stamped the ticket we had been given, so that we didn’t have to cough up every time we arrived back over the next three days.
The sky on the left was what it looked like from the balcony of the room, pretty threatening. The picture on the left was tonight, Sunday.
Anyway, lunch was a salad and we then drove over the mountain to Laura’s and the weather looked much better. Hannah arrived by train and everyone was united. The storm never quite materialised, phew. We headed back to Gruyeres and I had Omlette for dinner, and Mary had trout with almonds. And so to breakfast, which was very funny.
They have a heated bath into which you place an egg, in one of the colour coded holders, you can see on the right. You take a small timer (to the left of the holders) and take it to your table returning when the time you have set causes a small peeping alarm to go off. Simple? No, not if you tweak the heating up too high, resulting in a cracked egg, which causes the white to engulf the contraption like a soufflé blanket. This is exactly what occurred but a chap didn’t notice, his alarm had not gone off before the waitress whisked the bath away to give it a damn good clean AND all the holders. So our man goes to look for his egg but not only is it no longer there the whole thing has vanished. Did he dream it? It was like watching a Mr.Bean film unfold. He returns to his table confused; meanwhile a fresh family arrive just as the waitress returns with a clean machine but no holders. She exits, our egg missing punter again (spatial awareness not his speciality) does not clock any of this. Three of the family are now gazing at the eggs, the machine and the timers. The dad plumps, takes an egg on a spoon (the holders have still yet to reappear) plops it in the bath, sets his wrist watch as well as one of the timers but leaves the timer with the others on the table and tweaked the temperature back up. The bath begins to bubble. They return to their table.
Our hero now realises the bath has returned, the waitress fleetingly reappears and he questions her as to where his egg may be. In a thousand pieces we assume she replies, he had been the cracked one that had caused the trouble but he hadn’t watch the disaster unfold and reacted quickly enough. He never does try again. An alarm sounds and the new arrival goes back to the table but then has to hold up all the timers to tell which one to turn off. I am now nearly on the floor. The waitress returns with the clean holders and dawn lights up his face. The pantomime continued but most of the big laughs had by now finished.
Away to Laura’s for cake baking and out to lunch at our favourite chicken in a basket restaurant. The afternoon passes playing games and the children get ice creams across the road later in the day.
We come back to Gruyeres for dinner and I go wild and have a burger. New arrivals in the village are four beautiful donkeys.
The beauty of this blog is I can see ‘stats’ as to how many hits it gets and the fact it got five from Finland yesterday, has really confused me. 🤔🤔🤔 Anyway, I hope you are all enjoying it wherever you are in the world.
Here is a little comparison shot of the fountain now and the last time we saw it! It is an adorable place and sorry the picture of us has the background so burnt out. Tomorrow is Zach’s eight birthday, so the celebrations are not far away.
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M & M 🎂🎉🍻🍾🇨🇭🇨🇭🇨🇭👍