In Germany we say: "With a tear in the buttonhole". You say "With a tear in the eye" - ours might come from the parsimony of 1 tear in the buttonhole of a suit - a more manly version of showing feelings :-)
This morning a Berlin radio moderator announced the winner of a competition - prize: a voyage to Cuba with the whole team - task: the chef has to come to work stark naked. (No place for a buttonhole or a tear). Winner: a doctor who will come nude to the surgery - and work that way - all day long.
That doctor volunteered - argument: "As a dermatologist my patients have to undress in front of me too - so it's only fair."
Aha.
I hope that the few doctors I have will be able to pay their travels with the money they earn from us private patients (One handshake: 150 Euros, in combination with a smile: 250 Euros).
Why the tear in my buttonhole (or on the Gaura on my balcony - took a photgraph yesterday - it is still raining - but isn't it lovely?)
Well - at the moment I have lots of work to do. That's why I'll change the style of my posts - at least for a while - to shorter impressions.
As the sign on German phone boxes in the Sixties urged:
"Make it brief!" (Haha - I :-) - anybody knocking at the glass door?)
Knock, knock, just a sec? I wanted to say how beautiful your Gaura is! :)
ReplyDeleteGreetings Maria xx
Oh thank you, Maria! Just come in, it is raining, and there is space for two - see: I do a long-distance call with my friend and insegnante Gloria - she is still in Ossana, you might help me to explain to her why I changed to a French course now...
DeleteGreetings, Britta xxx
There is a general trend towards nakedness.... I don't really see the point.
ReplyDeleteMe neither, Cro - maybe they think that while offering her very private - umh - parts they become "special"? What next - showing their brain surgery? (And the winner gets... a trip to an island with many coconuts dropping from trees).
DeleteIn England, you can have a 'buttonhole' and still be naked. Somewhere to put the flower when you are not wearing a suit...
ReplyDeleteI knew it, Tom!
DeleteDid you see "Cold Feet"? Once he comes in his birthday suit, a rose in that place you might have indicated. Being a Lady I will not tell you the joke with flowers, a husband, a vase and legs. Not in that order, by the way.
Ummmmm.. I am not too sure about the hygiene involved with a naked doctor. I am uncomfortable with the idea as well as a nude chef. Who knows what might fall into the food?
ReplyDeleteThe picture of those delicate flowers is lovely.
Hahaha, Emma! Made me think instantly of Jamie Oliver - "the Naked Chef" - and his quarrel with the Spaniards at the moment, because he refuses to put his Chorizo into a dish.
DeleteI don't want his Chorizo in my dish! (Yes I know what Chorizo is.)
DeleteI am chuckling at the practitioner with no buttonhole. Your Gaura forms its bud just like my Mandevilla, but the petals all become separate when open. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBut can you imagine, Joanne, entering a surgery - and you not knowing about the won contest? (Come to think about it: must ring my dentist in Hamburg to make an urgent appointment :-)
DeleteYes, the buds of both flowers are a bit similar - I always let the dark red Mandeville hang over the balcony (most people let it climb) and it is so very flowering, really dishy!
I had to visit the doctor this morning. He was not not nude, but had he been, I might have paid him to put his clothes back on.
ReplyDeleteDear Geo., I hope your visit was helpful. Yes - sometimes that money to protect one's eyes might be useully spent :-)
DeleteI would not like to visit my doctor and find him in the nude, and it is far too cold anyway - I hope his surgery is warm.
ReplyDeleteThe Gaura is delightful, I don't think that I have ever seen one before, and the raindrops are glistening like little diamonds.
I thought about the cold too, Rosemary - maybe the prospect of Cuba keeps his body warm...mind over matter, he might mumble...
DeleteThe Gaura is behaving surprisingly on my balcony: it is modest, and long-flowering. Saw it first in a border in the Botanic Garden, and loved its fragile movements - on the balcony it is delicate and graceful versus the blue sky. I prefer the white version to the pink one (for once in my life I don't prefer pink :-)