91Èȱ¬

Hello from 30,000 feet.

As I write this, it's 1300 BST on Monday but my body clock is about as confused as Force India's appeared this weekend.

I'm not sure what's going on or where I am, to be honest, such are the effects of travelling across various time zones at all hours.

After another , we'll soon be landing in Paris, before our final leg to London and, a few moments ago, a few of the 91Èȱ¬ team decided to do a little freshening up.

There were about five of us all lined up outside the claustrophobic plane toilet cleaning our teeth and I commented to one of the producers that we resembled a load of early morning students getting ready to head to lectures.

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