The north of England, Wales, Ireland and Scotland have been suffering the attentions of Storm Desmond, which has dumped a month's worth of rain in a day or so.
Number One Son's University is on the southern fringe of the area that has taken the most damage. The city has escaped serious flooding, unlike some towns and cities further north, but they have lost their electricity.
On Sunday afternoon, the university announced that it was closing early for Christmas, everyone had to go home. Easier said than done! Number One Son relies on the train to bring him home for Christmas, and although they were offering free buses to where the trains were actually running we were doubtful that he would be able to complete his trip before the trains stopped running for the night, given the chaos that seemed to be reigning anywhere north of Liverpool.
I was about to ring my brother and ask if he fancied driving to Lancaster and back over night when a reply appeared on Facebook in reply to a forlorn message that I had posted. I had asked if any of Number One Son's friends had electricity, and I got a sheepish "um, yes" from his best friend up there.
Somehow, in a city that is in total darkness, (according to the news the city and its surroundings have 55,000 houses with no power) one house has power.
So he trotted down and took refuge with them, and is staying there until the trains get running again, hopefully Wednesday or Thursday.
So, what are the odds?
I think it is our own little Christmas Miracle.