Sicky
I've felt quite unwell since arriving, I'm not very good at handling broken sleep. I'm not really compatible with this kind of work, I like being at home with the family (and motorbikes). Being stuck in Guildford wouldn't be all bad after all. Managed 20 minutes in the office today before having to withdraw back to the hotel, but I'm full of orange juice and paracetemol now and feel almost human. We went out for dinner this evening and had Chinese, I clearly need further chop stick lessons.
Especially included to freak out Russell - it's a seafood restaurant and yes, they're alive!
This is the F1 chicane with the high kerbs; it's surprisingly narrow
A gecko we found running about on the pavement