The heat, the Ashes, the petrol and sweat
I'm not sure if this is a good idea but I've just turned down the chance of a shower in Ted Kravitz's hotel room!
Cleverly, our pit lane reporter decided not to check out and after a very sweaty day here in Valencia he was heading back to his room to freshen up. I was planning to go with him, but I decided that staying in the office with the TV production team and watching the climax to the Ashes was the way forward. Seven wickets down, and Tom Gent, one of the producers, was alongside me saying that he 'can't believe' we'd almost beaten the Aussies! And now it's actually happened.
Let me now apologise to anyone sharing my flight home tonight with a guy who has been running up and down the pit lane and paddock all afternoon in the roasting Valencia sunshine.
It has been a bad weekend all round for the Aussies, with Red Bull's Mark Webber also struggling for form this weekend. If you pressed the red button after the race, you will have us interviewing both Red Bull drivers, McLaren chief Martin Whitmarsh, Red Bull team boss Christian Horner and a good few of your e-mails.
The general consensus is that neither Red Bull nor McLaren had the pace to win in Valencia. Brawn were just too hot.
Talking of the heat, it was almost unbearable at times on Sunday. I remember everyone laughing after I was a walking sweat-patch in Bahrain even before we'd gone on air. Today was just as scorching - not that Rubens Barrichello will mind the heat. He drove a great race with a car capable of winning, and all the frustration of the past few months came flooding out. It was surely a great tonic for Felipe Massa, too, as he recovers at home in Brazil. We all spared a thought for him today.
Sunday's coverage was pretty hairy at times. I really enjoy the 'seat-of-your-pants' presenting that is inevitable when you are bringing a live sporting event to peoples homes. I'll be interested to know how it looked in your living room.
The way it works for us where guests are involved is that editor Mark, myself and Steve (the assistant editor who saved me from the Toyota in Bahrain) discuss who we think you'd like to hear from and the requests go in. Despite asking a few of the teams' PR representatives we actually went on air with only Whitmarsh lined up for an interview today. Little did we know what was to unfold.
EJ did brilliantly to head into the Ferrari garage and almost drag Michael Schumacher out by his ear. Only his former team boss would get away with doing that! It was good to hear from Michael even if the engineers seemed to be doing their best to stop him hearing me!
How odd that just as Schumi opened his mouth, Luca Badoer's engine started up, and as soon as we were finished all went quiet again. Mmm.
If that wasn't remarkable enough, just as were watching qualifying, Lewis Hamilton appeared at the front of the garage and asked us if we wanted to chat to him. Er, yes please!
It was really good of him to do that before starting at the front for the first race this season, and I know how much you all like to hear from the main players ahead of the race.
It's been my first trip to Valencia and while there are still improvements needed for the future, I've generally enjoyed it. There is something special about F1 being by the water, it just seems to work really well and add an atmosphere. It seems the future of this event is secured; they just need to look at the reasons behind the GP2 race being so much more cut and thrust and full of incident. Two grands prix on this new street circuit and still no safety car. That's incredible really.
Our flight home to Luton Airport awaits us in a few hours so it's going to be a late arrival. I just hope I make it up the steps! I'm keen to get fit at the moment and me and a few of the guys have been going running for the past three nights and I'm now really stiff and sore!
Last night's run was particularly embarrassing. Usually, I can quite merrily run behind the guys looking a little off the pace and don't mind. Except that we ended up bumping into an F1 event with all the drivers. John Howett, the Toyota boss told me to "keep on going" as my suddenly-even-redder face dropped! Thankfully we sprinted (as best I could) away from the party but then noticed an odd thing.
One of the party security guards was suddenly jogging alongside us until we were well away from the throng of event-attendees! Clearly four sweaty and unfit strugglers posed some kind of security risk!
So, that was Valencia. And before we know it we're off to Spa for next weekend's race.
I'm really, really excited about travelling to Belgium. It's one of the races I've been itching to get to for years, particularly since I was offered this job. And as we board the Eurostar on Thursday morning I will be like an excited kid on a school trip.
Be sure to check back to the blog over the next couple of days for my photo diary of race day from my perspective.
From the BBC's production office in Spain, take care and see you all in Spa!