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I'm penning this in my hotel room in , hoping my little nephew will shortly find the time to me. He's only three, so Mum has to give him a hand!

Out of my bedroom window I can hear the mechanical whir of the cranes as they start to deconstruct the temporary circuit around the streets of Singapore, less than 12 hours since .

It's incredible how quickly the world of Formula 1 keeps moving onwards.

Twelve hours ago this place was like a movie set, the scene of drama, incident and intrigue. As I look down on the track now, it's just a shortcut for commuters to nip through to the bus stop. You can't imagine it was the scene of last night's action.

Normality is returning to this micro-state, 2009's race already consigned to the history books - quite amazing.

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I haven't slept well for about a month, and that's not my only confession in this blog post.

I would also like to announce that I'm officially a bit of a wimp. No, let me be honest, I'm a total and utter yellow belly! In fact, I always have been and I'm starting to think I probably always will be.

So, how much of a wimp actually am I? Well, I was so scared of a certain type of animal when I was a kid that I'd have to wear wellington boots, Dad's Barbour jacket and two or three pairs of gloves before I'd dare venture past the wire mesh, into their domain, hold my nerve before gathering the confidence to... collect the eggs!

That's right, chickens used to scare me silly, it was their beady eyes and beaks.

I wasn't much better with geese.

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