When I left my house for work this morning, I entered a horrendous storm. Rain battered down from the sky. It was extremely harrowing.

The photograph above was not taken by myself. It may surprise you to know that it is not even of Bath! The photo is, in fact, from the Bahamas, during a spell of bad weather, caused by Hurricane Irene. I can never hear the name “Hurricane Irene”, without thinking of that song “Come on Irene”.

Let’s just say that this morning’s downpour was similar to that of Hurricane Irene, but not as bad. By “not as bad”, I mean that no houses fell down, no trees were torn from their roots, there were no major floods and nobody died.

Still, I thought it safer to nick a photo of a natural disaster, to represent my commute to work, instead of taking my own, as I still don’t fully trust the Samsung S10’s waterproof capabilities, and given how I haven’t owned it for long, I don’t want to risk drowning it when I am only two months into a twenty four month contract.

It took me 8 minutes to get from the front door of the house, to my office building. I don’t know if it is possible for a mobility scooter to be pulled over by the police for speeding, but had I passed an officer of the law, I am sure that I would have soon found out!

Despite driving like a 17-year-old Premier League football player, who has just passed his driving test and purchased a one-hundred-grand Ferrari, I made it unscathed. However, I was extremely wet.

Let me get one thing straight, I am certainly NOT complaining. In fact I welcome and even worship this wet weather. Until now, it has been unbearably hot for what feels like months – that’s because it has been months.

Sitting at my work desk and feeling what could almost be described as a tad chilly, is a gift from God, even if I only felt that way because my work shirt and trousers were saturated with rain water.

My only gripe with the weatherman is the fact he keeps promising us more thunderstorms. I love a good thunderstorm – the flash of lightning, followed by the unmistakable rumble of thunder.

If Michael Fish, or whoever decides who gets what weather when, could send a massive, violent storm our way, it would be greatly appreciated. Although please refrain from any storm-related action between 0840-0855 and 1700-1715 BST. I need these windows of time to ensure I make it safely to and from work.

As excited as I get watching a storm while indoors, I equally fear for my life, if I am outside during a lightning show!