My journey home from Yorkshire to Lancashire took much longer than usual this week. Quite often there are temporary traffic lights as works are done, but that wasn't the case this time.
I was aware of the heavy rainfall and floods - my own area of Lancashire has had problems with lakes appearing suddenly, and roads being partially closed.
However, I have never before driven through streets lined with three piece suites, fridges, freezers, chests of drawers, beds, televisions and sundry household items, all well spattered with mud.
My heart went out to those poor people who were spending hours sweeping out the mud from their homes and businesses. They all appeared quietly determined to get on with it, I didn't see any signs of frustration, although I'm sure many of them must have felt it. Neighbours were helping each other out, people who lived nearby were lending a hand to those who needed it.
So, my journey took longer than usual, but it didn't matter. I was so busy feeling sympathy for those who were experiencing this chaos, and working their way through it that I hardly noticed the time.
I wish them all well and hope that their lives soon return to normal.