I have been experiencing several very frustrating days recently, trying to get BT to acknowledge that they had a fault with their Broadband service to the Cottage. I've had to spend hours on the phone trying to converse with engineers in India, mostly to no avail. I even actually had a message left for me yesterday, telling me that they had overcome a problem in the relevant exchange, so my Internet connection was back. But it wasn't! So more hours on the phone, plus me trying to "stand on my head" to reach a plug and socket near the floor. I was then told to get a computer expert out because the problem was with my laptop. I did this and Shaun kindly fitted in a quick call this morning, and confirmed that the problem was still with BT. I had started to believe that my own equipment, which is ancient by today's standards, had actually finally died. As you can see - it hasn't, and that's enough of my moaning, and many thanks to Shaun for resetting everything again. My service is extremely slow and so challenging that I am going to look again at installing an aerial service, which will help to keep the live streaming running too. I have changed over to Channel 10 today, because Leslie, the great tit mother, left her eggs unattended several hours ago.
I apologise for not getting the photos of the bulbs. You know how I have spent this week, and the freak weather and wind has destroyed some of the flowers. However, here is a photo of Deborah who helps me cook the breakfasts, before we change over to working in the garden. These pots of daffodils were on their way to a new display that brightens up the rear side of the old workshop.