Baking day.

‘I forgot to mention the fog, yesterday. It didn’t last too long, about five miles in the vicinity of Shere, I suppose. But certainly enough to put the Willy’s up you, as the nice man in Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy said. Oh yes, and on the plane I bought a Diet Coke for me and a Prosecco for Mary, and gave the stewardess the correct money in change. B.A. no longer take cash but Easy Jet are still trading in hard currency! “You are my favourite passenger,” she said. I mused for the rest of the journey, like a very chuffed child (Mary thought) as to whether I would get a badge and a small certificate or just a badge at the end of the flight. Neither were forthcoming.

So the view from our room this morning, shall I say was a little hazy?

That would have been an excellent close up of the deer below at their feeding station. And then it snowed and snowed some more. Hannah was arriving from Luton and Laura from Gatwick. Hannah made it first after successfully getting to Luton because look out the UK had snow. She circled above Geneva for a time, while myriad of little snow ploughs buzzed up and down on my app and cleared the runway. Laura took forever to take off; person not attaching a baggage label and then some sort of security incident in the airport. Don’t say drone, just don’t say it. Anyway she got to Geneva and she circled for an hour, and thankfully didn’t get diverted either. So Hannah arrived about four o’clock and Laura eventually at five forty five. The upshot was they caught the train that arrived in Romont at 8-15pm.

The troops had arrived at chez Laura at about 4pm too. Zach looking a bit tired from his two hours swimming that day. Loads of snow but the schools were open; well it’s normal and they are geared up for it.

We shopped first thing in the co-op managing to spend CHF290, that’s Swiss francs; convert it at your leasure and be amazed! As we entered a chap asked had we a ‘chien’ (dog) at home, and Mary told him we were from Angleterre. He totally misheard this as we had a pomme de Terre (potato) and as I passed by his puzzled expression said it all. Why when you asked someone if they had a dog at home would they reply, no but we have a potato. Mary baked the cake and then because of the late arrival of the daughters, got a meal for the grandchildren and us both and then I ventured out to collect the daughters from the train station.

So the day ended happily enough but with an awful lot of stress in between. Oh yes and the cake; do have a look before it gets the marzipan and icing added.

Question is now, how easy is getting home going to be, but we can ponder that after the party!

Thanks for reading M & M 🎂🎂🍾🍾🎶🎵🍷🍷🤧

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Malcolm and Mary

Malcolm worked for LWT. Mary worked for TRL. They live near Camberley in Surrey and did achieve their life long ambition to visit New Zealand. They have two daughters Laura and Hannah and two grandchildren Zach & Safi. Having done the big trip they then went to Canada, which was amazing. Scroll down it’s all here. They have visited Venice that they both so fell in love with in 2009 again. And recently returned to Lefkada for one week in glorious sunshine. Where next? Well, Canada is calling again in 2019; this time including Alaska. So stay tuned if you enjoy the ups and downs of travelling.

One thought on “Baking day.”

  1. I think you are both in the right place, i.e. somewhere that knows how to cope with snow. M3 blocked and local roads almost impassable tonight. 2 – 3 inches of snow last night and another 2-3 this evening. Had to abort our plan to go to Bracknell Jazz tonight. By the way the cake looks good.

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