Postponement. We shall try to have that sisterly reunion next week.
Anne attempted to get to the station this morning, to find queues round the block, until it was announced that no one was going anywhere due to points trouble in the tunnel. A further announcement (on the radio, not the chaotic website) indicated that no one would be going anywhere from Glasgow today - one look at the news will tell us why.
It is minus 11 degrees in George Square this morning, enough to freeze anyone's points.
So, weather permitting, she will come down next week, which to my delight, will allow her to join friends and I for my birthday lunch at Matfen Hall - again, if we can reach it, out in snowy Northumberland.
George is staying with Lesley this week, and Flossie and he have bonded. George is a rather staid 3-year-old, who is just rediscovering his puppy side. It's so sweet to watch them greet each other with delight, to bounce and nudge into play, to run around like the lovely young creatures they are.
Flossie has learned that if she shares a stick, a great game will ensue.
First, get that stick from George.... He's much bigger and stronger than Flossie, so she has to work at it.
And off they go again, ears flapping, oblivious to blizzards, ice, motorway chaos, frozen points; life in snow is just delightful. And somehow, it's catching.