Moving, mankinis and a magical European GP
This week's blog starts with an apology, I'm afraid. Not for the white jeans I wore in the qualifying show on Saturday - although if you do have any complaints about them, please address them to Eddie Jordan, who convinced me white is the new blue!
No, the apology on here relates to a lack of a blog after . Now, the long flight and subsequent jetlag didn't help matters, but the real reason for the silence from yours truly is because of my wife's Mini.
You see, we're renovating our house so we've decamped to rented accommodation... would be proud! We got the removals guys in to put the bulky stuff into storage, and Harriet and I had the bright idea that we'd transport the rest to the new flat/shoe box.