Since yesterday morning it’s been steadily dripping and the effects are obvious – overflowing gutters, trains that don’t work, clothes that don’t dry and dampness everywhere.

When I look out of my window I see nothing because I’m in a cloud of wet, miserable cold and wet. This is the scene from my kitchen – drowning almost in a haze of grey rain that is coming down in sheets as though it wants to wash the city away.

Is this how Noah felt, I feel, as the rain comes pelting down. Helpless in a sea of wet?

It’s strange how despite all the latest technology, we still cannot manage to predict the weather and take adequate precaution to make sure that life goes on. Or is this just Nature’s way of reminding us that we are humans after all?