It's been what the tabloids like to call a "bumper/bonanza BBQ weekend": Britain "baked" today in 23ºC temperatures, while "the Algarve and Rome only managed 21º!" were some of the triumphant headlines.
Hah - take that, Algarve and Rome - one-nil to Blighty!
We didn't dwell on the much smaller headlines which warned that temperatures will have 'plunged' back to the low teens by Tuesday, with rain to follow...
Nope, we've been here long enough to know that when days like this present themselves in England you need to carpe diem, call your friends over and fire up the barbie, because in five minutes it may all be over ...
And am I bovvered that it will be raining cats and dogs by Tuesday? No, because in one week and 12 hours time I'm going to be flying in over this precise spot on the southern tip of Africa ...
into this Mother City ...
and here's how excited I am about that ...
For two weeks I'm going to be chilling here ...
and here ...
... a world away - see ya later.