It was a wise choice leaving the bike at home this morning, with the torrential downpour continuing into its thrid or fourth week.
I don't mind a bit of rain, but it did seem a bit on the heavier side as I stared out of the bedroom window wondering whether to don the waterproofs, or wimp out and join the queue of cars likely to be strung out along the route into the city.
I think even my waterproof biking shoes, though, would have struggled to cope with the deep trough of water backed up from the fields across Prune Park Lane which would have come up somewhere around my knees on the bike.
Wise decision, even if it did mean listening to a bit too much of that Wogan fellow on the radio.