Oh joy, oh rapture!
Just when you think that we had a great year weather-wise, we get hit by a weather bomb.
Yes, it’s what we all want when we leave work - you walk the length of yourself and you suddenly resemble a drowned rat - who likes to play in puddles.
Then you have to fight through a horde of people who, even during 70 mph gales, insist on putting their umbrellas up despite the risk of the person behind them losing an eye if the wind gets under it.
So, while your focus on trying to avoid getting hit on the head by a brolly, you’re not thinking about your feet which at any moment will be submerged in the enormous reservoir that our pavements have become.
So your wet feet squelch to the train station where everyone is so desperate to get home that they have lost all their manners and common decency.
As you can image, I was more than delighted to get home on Tuesday night when the weather bomb exploded around about 5 p.m..
I was looking forward to getting my slippers on and nursing a neat vodka, but I had an even more horrible surprise waiting on me when I got to the front door.
Someone - and of course no one will admit to actually done in - had put their bins out.
They had left their bin in the street for collection approximately 24 hours before the bin men were due.
Now, I’m all for being organised. Putting your bin out the night before is - for most of the year - a sensible option, and stops you getting all dirty before you leave for work in the morning.
But, what is going on in the head of someone - who, bear in mind, I call a neighbour - puts a tall piece of light recycled plastic in an exposed area during strong gusts and driving rain?
Well, the mess, it was disgusting.
And obviously the person who did leave the bin out had clearly decided that the weather was too awful to venture out and pick up a week’s worth of household waste.
It’s seems that some days, things just don’t go at all right, and in my experience, there is usually a bleak weather front in the back ground.
So we’ll batten down the hatches until this all blows over, and keep hoping that common sense prevails until then.