And then some other stuff

We were just quietly rejoicing in being home, nothing much going on, etcetera, when the water supply went pear shaped. There is some fluctuation in the supply coming into the house, a topic on which I am not inclined to venture an opinion, which in the course of yesterday night actually dwindled to zero. Just at the moment, we have water where it comes into the house, the kitchen sink, and there is currently no water in either the cold or hot water tanks, and because we had to go into the university today, it’s not been that easy to get people to the house and doing the right thing – we did think we had got someone in place in case the plumber arrived before us, but as is more or less inevitable, this went wrong, there was a gap in coverage, and the plumber duly arrived in it, as they do. Meanwhile, out in the garden, we have had a cheery chap with a digger removing the lawn: he’s two thirds of the way there and there is a ten foot high pile of moss with occasional fragments of grass, which will all become compost, or something. It looks like death, and all in all, this is not country life at its most glorious. We are promised a plumber tomorrow morning. On the other hand, though, my utterly beautiful blue iris has come out – it’s a fine deep blue iris sibirica with a silver edge to the petals, which I’ve forgotten the name of. Not in itself the answer to our problems, but definitely something in the other pan of the scales, as it were.