Well I’m glad you’re here

Portia is in her favourite place, on my lap, and with the heated throw between us. I’m reading my book The Lincoln Highway by Amor Towles. My first by him, but not my last. Really loving his page-turning style and likeable decent characters.
I’m supposed to be in London, specifically at the Van Gogh exhibition in the National Gallery. It’s the floods. Just as I was leaving at 7.20 I checked departures on my phone All trains to London cancelled So disappointed, but I’m very happy and grateful that my home isn’t flooded when so many are. Especially in South wales it seems