Comfort is the name of today’s game – in as many senses of the word as I can imagine.

Once again it appears we are under concerted terrorist attack and I still believe we only have ourselves to blame for it. A bit like Albert prodding the lion with his stick with its horse’s head handle then getting soundly bitten back, that’s exactly what we’ve managed to do to ourselves – and of course even though I wish wholeheartedly it wasn’t the case, we did vote in the leaders who have inflicted this on us so we have to take collective responsibility. Depressing though that is.

Comfort too because the weather is still atrocious – raining stair-rods so those 2700 homes whose owners lives have already been devastated by flooding are bound to find themselves with even more misery to come. It’s also likely I suppose that more homes will succumb to flood water too. By my reckoning, that’s about 0.1% of homes in the UK, which is quite a big number in these circumstances. The Met Office have extended the severe weather warnings right through into the middle of next week too – how much more is to come?

We’ve been holed up indoors all day (apart from a dash to the post office sorting office this morning to collect post).

I’ve done what I do best in these circumstances, I’ve been in the kitchen cooking to comfort me and him. I’ve been making use of herbs that will go to waste without drastic action – the basil and mint are running riot. So, pesto, herb butter, bread and vats of steaming soup have come from my creative juices today.

On my own little personal bright side, I noticed today for the first time that I could probably get several chunky jumpers tucked into my trousers – that means surely that I must have dropped a dress size at long last. Ooohhh good, that means I can eat some of the delicious stuff I’ve been in the kitchen cooking – fabulous!

Last year, I was considering breaking the law!