Swiss National Day

I am going to tell you a secret but I will have to whisper it.  I hate the 1st of August.  It is my least favourite day of the year.  There, it is out.  I know, I know, I live in this splendid country and use my passport to get through the Swiss Only! queue at the airport but do I have to stand around a bonfire with fire crackers putting the fear of God into me, drinking warm Chasselas, eating cold Saucisse de Veau, listening to Madame le Syndic – with whom I share a mutual hate relationship – discoursing on some wonderful new Swiss initiative and then sing La Haut sur La Montagne?

No. 

Sophie-G. is still in Spain, Ollie is out with Snow White and that leaves Lexi who is showing her patriotic roots and allegiance to the village by insisting someone takes her to the top of the village tonight for the bonfire followed by the knees-up in the village hall.  I pledge my allegiance to Molly who will spend the evening in fear hiding under a bed.

Another Gold star to Mr. Jules.

 Copyright Jules Ritter August 2008