Iris(t) my case (on your foot...)

I had a productive morning of holiday research and volunteering catch up, whilst the winter sun streamed into my flat. The pink splotchy bag on my desk contains the phone that I'm helping one of the refugee families to get working. How some Syrians acquired a Victoria's Secret bag with their donated iPhone is a bit of a mystery, but I guess anyone could be concealing sexy lingerie beneath their garb.

Fellow blipper Dandylion (Amy) and I were having one of our usual spiky/hilarious interactions, not realising we were one train carriage away from each other. She was heading to Geneva having just returned from China and just before flying to Costa Rica. Her travel pattern is more extreme than mine. She had time to bump me with her case before departing for Gatwick with some Scouse drawl.

These irises given by a friend on my birthday have finally given up the ghost. They actually gave it up a while ago but I was too lazy to deal with them. Having flowers in my flat has been pleasant and it feels like something a 35-year old should strive to do on occasion.