The African anti-cyclones are at it again.
We've survived Scipio, Charon, Ulysses, Minos and Nero. At the moment, we're sweltering through Caligula. But as soon as that's due to finish, the none-more-ominously entitled Lucifer arrives.
The Met Office are playing a dangerous game here, as there's really nowhere to go after Lucifer; and they run the risk that an even hotter one may yet arrive, and they'll be forced to call it Keith or Nigel.
Anyway, we're taking a mini-break and heading down to Le Marche for a few days, returning on Thursday. Round about the same time that Lucifer gets into town!