Yeah, yeah, stupendously cack shot.

I’m absolutely shattered and have just managed to cover myself in something other than glory by sending an email intended for my bestest buddy Colin to my boss…

It’s a REALLY good job the email was nothing more or less than a housekeeping note about train times. I also realised what I’d done straight away and sent a “sorry that wasn’t for you” note to her!!! (Yikes.) I suppose the truth is that I am updating Colin on train times every few minutes in the forlorn hope that he’ll be able to make the journey in a couple of days despite the fact that the rail network seems to be crumbling to dust before our very eyes.

Not only has the track been washed away completely in Dawlish but there is also a stranded train on the Somerset levels in the middle of flood water so even if there are any trains, his journey will be punctuated by coach travel in between bits on the lines. I’ve told him that I’ll drive either to Exeter or Plymouth if he can get down here so he doesn’t have too much pain. I hope it happens.

In October, I had to cancel a trip by him because of my work commitments and so this short break is both long overdue and desperately needed. If he can’t make it I think I’ll cry, I’m on the countdown to Colin and can’t think of much else at the moment. I’m getting ready to hang out the flags and the bunting (not to mention opening that case of wine, which, despite being here for the best part of a month, is still completely intact!)