Requiem for a frost bitten fuschia

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis. 

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine on them.

The opening lines of Mozart's Requiem

Extra, Extra!

Meanwhile at the end of our street the mobile-telephone engineer is performing his own requiem, for the network. The poor man has been there since lunch-time staring at a laptop and as darkness gathers he is still there; and still no 2G signal.