It's pronounced text

My heart monitor is having problems connecting to my phone. Usually it's while I'm exercising but today I couldn't get it to link even before I set off. In the car I asked Husband to have a look at it, see if he could fix it.

"I don't do tech support on the move!" he declared. At which point a little voice piped up, "It's pronounced text."

It was my phone! Not only listening to our conversation - that I can tolerate - but correcting, albeit incorrectly, our speech. Unforgivable. As I told it.

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I recently saw a photo of some pink wild flowers. They were identified as loosestrife. When we were walking yesterday I saw some and while normally I don't think much of them - they're just a bit boring - I decided the name made them much more interesting and attractive.

On return home I checked their identification: they're not loosestrife. I think they're fireweed, although that's probably the American name*. And it's a good job they're not loosestrife because it's invasive and a bit of a baddie. 

*In this country it's known as rosebay willowherb, which is an even prettier name. "It quickly colonised burned ground after the bombing of London bringing colour to an otherwise grim area. It's also the official floral emblem of the Yukon territory in Canada." Unlike loosestrife it's hugely beneficial for local wildlife. You can eat it, it has medicinal properties, and the hairs from the seeds have been used as a fine clothing fibre.

Now aren't you glad you know that?