The cricket is off. Chester-le-Street is under so much water that the Twenty20 international with South Africa was called off yesterday evening. This means that we won't meet up with my dad, who was going to return the various objects we'd left at his house a couple of weeks ago, but instead have an extra 24 hours of husband at home and dozens of boxes to unpack. And nowhere to put everything: we desperately need storage space, bookshelves and a kitchen twice the size of the one we've got.
So no travel today. Just boxes.