Of all the blog posts I’ve written, ranting about the striking inefficiency of the C1 bus service, you would think that today Cambridgeshire bus services would have used the severe weather warning as an excuse to give up altogether.

So I woke up, at 5.45am to the sound of the C1 slowing down to tackle the speed bumps at the end of my block, quite happy to contend with the wind that was tearing through my pipes.

At 5.55am, as I was sipping upon my first cup of coffee and booting up the computer - there it was again.

At 6.05 as I was fighting with a particularly embarrassing paragraph of the novel - well blow me if the C1 didn’t come chugging happily past my window once more.

Needless to say, 500 words, an hour and six buses later, I finally had to accept that I wasn’t going to get out of work today.

I even got there EARLY.

I wouldn’t mind but in a week’s time when the weather is back to normal again and I come stumbling through the doors 20 minutes late, cursing and swearing about the bus service in this city, who is going to believe me?