Apres nous le deluge

Waking up this morning after just a few hours sleep the confirmation of the overnight direction of travel was not a cold shower but a deep feeling of despair.

The cold shower came later. Work had to go on with an afternoon meeting in Fife. The return journey too three times as long as intense thundery downpours caused the motorway to turn into a river. We then sat in crawling traffic for a long time before reaching the reason for the slow down.

Once through the flood the road eased and I got back into the office, much later with even more to catch up on.

Felt like a metaphor for the country's journey ahead.