Never got off the farm…

I was intending to go to London today but as the trains fell like dominoes I resigned myself to working at home.  I had to lose a long planned lunch and a filmed interview but once I’d made the decision it was a relief.  I wanted to go for a walk but every time I stepped out the door the heavens opened so I kept putting it off and in the end never went.  The rain was incessant. 

V had a friend over for lunch so the house felt lively as I ran through the rain for tea and time out. 

In the early evening I went over to see Mum, driving through floods even on main roads made me slightly regret it on the way.  Brother J had alarmed us in the day with a photo of what appeared to be a collapsed ceiling but what, once a CD was put in the frame,  was shown to be a collapsed shelf.  Scale is everything.