What a gorgeous Monday morning it is? Made more beautiful by the fact that I write this blog from the back seat of a taxi on the M25. A traffic jam is surely only just around the corner, but what the hell. The sun is shinning and pretty soon I’ll be home after what has been a thoroughly enjoyable, but nonetheless, tiring trip to China and Bahrain.
Beside me on the back seat lies my copy of Ernest Hemingway’s For Whom The Bell Tolls. I thought I’d read a classic whilst I was away but alas, other than the first paragraph, it remains unread and just a little bit battered from spending far too long in my rucksack. 490 pages await and I’m struggling to get started on it. But then I should count my blessings that it’s not an 80 page driver contract, because judging by the current situation between Lewis Hamilton and Mercedes, they can be even trickier.