Surprise, surprise

I didn't photograph my most blippable moment (well quarter hour) today. "Call yourself a blipper?", my friend said. "I thought this would have been your blip", she said.

No. When we got stuck in the searing heat, in a small sealed cage called a lift at Euston Station, I didn't think to take out my trusty Lumix and record the moment for posterity!

That lift is usually broken. This morning it was in use and we took it up to the waiting room as a sort of celebration. When we came out to head for the train, we ventured in again. We were laughing at the spelling mistakes "Stand inside the TAPPED area" and it clearly didn't like it.

It was tight shut. It wouldn't move. We pressed down - again - and then up - and then realised that this silly lift didn't have an exit button. Or any form of exit. On the hottest day of the year and with a train to catch ! (And I had a dental appointment to fix the filling I lost in sampling the divine Japanese food on Saturday night)

I pressed the Alarm button and the girl from the nearby desk told us on the intercom that she would summon the man from Network Rail.

Jason, from Virgin, arrived and was charming. He was reassuring and said that the man would arrive soon with the key. Fortunately we weren't stuck between floors - just stuck in the glass box. Jason explained that he wasn't allowed a key because the Virgin staff aren't trained. He said this with a charming, sardonic smile.

It had started off hot (after all, it is the hottest day for years) and was getting hotter.

After two reminder phone calls, the man from Network Rail arrived. He had the bunch of keys but started messing round at the top left hand corner of the frame.

Calmly, because he was a charming, calm young man, Jason indicated where he needed to turn the key.

Magically, it opened and we could breathe.

So much for Blip recording the events of my life......

...... the photo is of a plant that took me by surprise when I got home. I'm not one hundred percent sure what it is. Three years ago, when I thought I'd killed the clematis, I planted another one and it did nothing, while the one I'd murdered revived and thrived. If it was further over to the right, I might have thought it was the replacement plant, but I'm far from sure. Suggestions please ?

Oh - and don't take the lift at Euston Station.....


Edit. The plant is a Bergamot which I'd transplanted into the flower bed :-)