Iris sibirica coming into flower. It's so short-lived that I almost want to set up a deckchair beside it and watch it all the time it's flowering. Cuttings from Ma's plant are a few days behind that from Miss's stronger-coloured one. Both lovely anyway. Annie next door came round with a dollop of a yellow flowering something or other yesterday, and it is now in the ground. She went home with seedlings and cuttings of a number of things from the staging, and that has relieved the overcrowding a bit, and at the same time given us that nice feeling that comes of sharing bits and pieces with fellow gardeners.
BT's latest emissary arrived this morning, having moved our line to a shorter routing from the exchange to our nearby cabinet, thus restoring service, and at the best speed we've seen here - not that at 1.9mb/s it's anything to email home about, even if one reliably could. The duff bit of cable identified by yesterday's man turns out to be of aluminium pairs: a solution that's just about OK for analogue voice telephony, but hopeless for high speed broadband. He has reported the cable as faulty, anyway, so we'll watch this space.
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