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 the cracking Canadian Grand Prix. 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... Kevin McCloud 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.
The problem is, despite just moving food, a few precious items, clothes, a grandfather clock and a couple of TVs, it took forever. There was a deceptively large amount of everything.
The first problem was that with a tiny car it took about 20 trips as opposed to the expected "few trips". But a larger issue is space. The place we've rented is so miniscule that baking stuff lives on the kitchen floor in a blue box, one of the sofas houses my shirts, and the rest is crushed into a cupboard the size of the Red Bull cockpit.
To make matters worse we've no landline, no internet connectivity, and a very intermittent mobile phone signal. Hence precious little blogging and lots of huffing, puffing, sweating and cursing since Canada!
Anyway, on Thursday morning I was able to leave it all behind! I headed off to Stansted en route to Valencia at the rather uncomfortable hour of 4.45am!
No problem, I thought, as I drifted off dreaming of Norwich buying Jermain Defoe. Checking in was a little sticky but I saw pundit Anthony Davidson (fresh from Le Mans), pit-lane reporter Holly Samos and producer Jason Swales from 5 live, whom I joined for some porridge.
Onto the plane, hoping to make it to the paddock by lunchtime. But just as we were about to start the safety briefing, the pilot came over the public address system and said: "The French might not be great at football, but they're experts at industrial action and French air traffic control are on strike. We're hoping to take off in two-and-a-half hours." What?! I can't sit still for five minutes, let alone 150!
I passed the time by chatting to the hordes of stranded F1 fans, posted a couple of Twitvids, and then, as 5 live commentator David Croft was sitting next to Mercedes team principal Ross Brawn, I got them to announce: "Would David Croft please stop annoying Ross Brawn"! Well, Ant and I found it hilarious; Crofty was less impressed!
Eventually we took off (much to Ross's relief, no doubt!) towards the Spanish sun. I am really going to try to avoid any football references here forobvious reasons... but I really enjoyed the evening out Eddie, David Coulthard and I had on Friday.
Now, one of the trickiest things I always get asked about F1 is 'How mad are the parties?' Well, I'm sure they're great but I really wouldn't know. In the past 18 months I could count the parties I've been to on one hand, so Friday's filming while we watched Spain play was fantastic.
It was for the opening film for the qualifying show and what you don't see on the piece is the blokes on stag nights who were in the same pub and seemed keen to be part of the action. All I will say is that Sunil, one of the producers, is the only reason we didn't see a mankini on television this weekend!
We were delighted for Williams after qualifying, and amazingly both Nico Hulkenberg and Rubens Barrichello finished with the exact same time! The only reason 'The Hulk' was classified ahead of his older and more experienced team-mate was because he'd set his quick lap first.
So Saturday was awesome, but being totally honest none of us were sure how Sunday would pan out. Was it going to be a Turkey and Canada style battle with little to separate the front-runners, or a more mundane race such as the one we saw in Spain?
Well, nothing could prepare us for what we got. Mark Webber's awful start, Lewis Hamilton and Sebastian Vettel somehow not hitting each other, Alonso's frustrations, Michael Schumacher's unlucky pit stop, Kamui Kobayashi's cracking drive and, of course, that crash.
Even for two guys so experienced in this sport, David and Eddie's reactions were one of total shock. We were watching in the McLaren 'Brand Centre' because it was the location for this weekend's Forum (more on that shortly!) and the place went silent.
We were all relieved when Webber jumped out of the car, and you guys soon let me know on Twitter that you didn't agree with the blame being laid at Heikki Kovalainen's door.
After the race I quite enjoyed Eddie and David's difference of opinion in the pit lane - whose side were you on?
Thankfully, for those who did press the red button and chose the F1 over the 4-1, Webber joined us and was looking incredibly calm about the whole thing. In fact, the only thing that shocked him was when I shared the football score (and at that point it was only 2-0!).
Talking of shocks, there was no way of getting an electric shock in the TV compound after the race... because there was no power.
Now to answer some of the (at times a little rude) comments I received after our F1 Forum fell off-air, we were certainly not intentionally failing to broadcast so that we could watch the football.
The Formula 1 forum was cut short halfway through because of a power cut
We share a compound with the world's TV companies and the power just kept failing. It unfortunately meant we were unable to continue to broadcast forum like we did in Canada a fortnight ago.
I know that the 45 minutes we had on BBC Two after the race weren't a consolation and lots of you were ready to chose F1 over football. So I'm sorry we weren't able to bring you the forum.I give you my word that we'll be back in action for Silverstone.
And isn't the world championship in fantastic shape as we head home?
The races have been great since the opener in Bahrain, the front-runners are working like crazy off the track to improve their cars quicker than their rivals, and on the asphalt the teams couldn't be matched more closely.
I've had stacks of Twitter messages and e-mails from people who say their British Grand Prix tickets are in the post so I look forward to seeing you all there. Last year it was the highlight of my season.
Right, back to the paddock, and I'm beginning to regret my little game with the St George's flag. Let's just say Timo Glock was pleased to see me after the big match!