So it's hardly a surprise that it's hot in Budapest - it's always hot here, every year - but the sheer viciousness of the heat always seems to catch us off guard somehow. Even if we're not sweating directly into our laptops this year as we write race reports, it's still tough to get through.
And unlike Hockenheim, where the rain and weather kept everyone in their trucks, this weekend ... the heat kept everyone in their trucks.
And their air conditioning just made it worse for the rest of us.
So, we're left with nothing to write about again. Okay, so this year we're not being kept in the paddock until midnight while the race stewards considered penalties for naughty teams (you know who you are), but rather because we lack the imagination to come up with 600 words or so making fun of mad Swedes or Swiss drivers.
But still, you like photos. We like photos. It's not that bad, is it?
If a picture paints a thousand words, then I'm out of a job as a writer. And Al is one of the more eloquent people around. So clearly that can't be right. Okay, I'm just filling time now until Alexa finishes uploading the shots. And here they are. Enjoy!