Slipping slightly under the radar last week was the feast day of Saint Bibiana. It was on Thursday. This saint, whose patronage includes hangovers (their curing, one presumes), has given rise to meteorological prophecy. If it rains on her feast day, it will rain for 40 days and a week, or so it is said. Unfortunately, it absolutely threw it down on Thursday. Again. But as luck would have it, the sun came out on Friday. The saint's weather forecasting credibility was thus drawn into question, and we were mightily relieved that it was.