A full day’s deliveries to do in the face of heavy rain and 95mph winds from a storm named after my ex-girlfriend. And that’s without Storm Amy in my f**king face. Though I’m in an Ocado van, it’s pretty well-stocked, I’d be fine until January. But while Storm Amy rages just like her namesake, and ruins reception for BBC Scotland which in fairness her namesake was unable to do, it can’t penetrate the cab. I feel better than I have for a long, long while.