Holy Toledo!  What a harrowing day yesterday.  Just as I was zipping up my suitcase for my trip to London, the news reported that Italy, like Holland and Belgium before them, was cancelling all flights to and from the UK due to the new and more virulent strain of the virus.  Up until my plump behind was firmly planted in that airplane seat I was sweating bullets, not sure if I'd be getting out or not.  Our flight was the last flight before the shut down.  I flew into a scarily quiet London.  It was only 9:30 pm and the streets were empty.  There was a long line of empty taxis outside of Paddington Station, all hoping for a fare.  I was the only person in sight.  There was so little traffic, the cab made it to Grace's in record time and cost me half what I usually pay.  Now I'm hunkered down on the sofa looking out at a typically gray, rainy day and grateful to be here.  The coffee's good, there are two kinds of Babka in the kitchen, cinnamon and chocolate, and BBC on the telly!  All is good.  xxoo me