I wrote a couple of weeks ago about the warm, almost balmy, weather that accompanied the two 4-day Bank Holidays. And I was right to highlight the unusual nature of the airs because today, at the start of our last such weekend until the end of the summer, the mercury has plummetted, the grey clouds have invaded from the west once more and a damp and chilling miasma is rising from the dank fields to nourish dark thoughts of gloom in the very soul. [He's trying to get some sort of poetry award. Humour him: Ed]. Still, it's been better than yesterday when the Atlantic emptied itself over London, followed by a spectacular rainbow.