Me for a hot epsom salt bath tonight. Spent 90 minutes by the clock in the basement at work sweeping water into the one kitchen floor drain that's carefully positioned above the rest of the floor, as water poured in from the outside walls and out of the locked room that houses the electrical panels and switchoffs. Dysfunctional eavestroughs, one assumes (gutters to you Yanks.) Whatever. Shall hope that the next cluster of storms doesn't have the same mileage.
But came home and went next door for gin and conversation. Very consoling. Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.