A working visit, really. But as I trudged once more along the road in Switzerland it struck me that it gave a whole new meaning to going on a Swiss walking holiday; your witch tramping up and down the same half mile along Lake Geneva, several times a day.
Add to this tramping round IKEA, twice in three days. It took a while to find the shortcut between the entrance and the café, necessitating more walking. (And I know that sounds as if we did nothing but eat.) We mostly did not eat, but a witch and her accomplices do need a refuel once in a while. Which is more than can be said for the rental car. On the last day the Resident IT Consultant managed to squeeze just eight litres of diesel into the tank.
Then there was the lifting of the two million items purchased during those shopping expeditions. Out of car, into block of flats, into lift, up, out of lift, into flat. Small lift, but as the Resident IT Consultant remarked, it made a difference compared to the Scottish tenements he’s been carrying furniture in and out of during the last eight years or so.
I made tea and washed up and the Resident IT Consultant built furniture until he nearly broke. I made more tea. Then we walked down the hill to our beds. But not before placing the ‘encumbrances’ by the gate. In Switzerland you put your unwanted stuff out to be collected once a month. Very efficient. Out by seven a.m., and gone by eight.
And despite Daughter claiming she doesn’t have a lake view from her new flat, she does. In winter.