Go Go Go!!!!!!

I was woken up rather rudely this morning by my cat. She decided that I had spent long enough in bed (it had only just gone 10am, which on a sunday I feel is quite an acceptable time to still be in bed) and thought it would be a good idea to tickle my face with her whiskers. She wanted the bed to herself. Begrudgingly, I agreed with her that it was time to get up, as I had enough stuff to do today. Especially as it is a race weekend. When there is a Grand Prix on, everything must fit around those 3 hours.
So, I plodded out into the garden to make a start in things. Opening up the shed revealed a very nasty surprise; a wasp building a nest above the door. Now, as a rule I spend as little time in the shed anyway, knowing the size of the eight legged creatures that live in there, but I needed to root around to find a suitable way to dispatch the wasp. I grabbed the first aerosol can I could find, which happened to be fly filler, and commited waspicide, eventually. It takes a lot of fly killer to kill a wasp.
First thing to do was to sort out the pump in the fish pond, or that was the plan anyway. Unbeknown to me, Our neighbours were setting up a bonfire, with lots of damp grass and wood. When I could no longer see the house from the bottom of the garden due to the copious amounts of smoke pouring over the garden fence, I gave up on the garden and headed back indoors to set myself up for the race, with my laptop.
My brother has found out on many occasions that watching a grand prix with me, when supporting anyone but my beloved Vodafone Mclaren Mercedes can be hazardous to your health. He is a f.., f...f, red car fan, I can't even bring myself to type it, I despise THAT team so much. When I was at University and Schmuck was still driving for them, my house mate (also an avid VMM fan) and I used to gather up all our old course notes, barracade ourselves in the tv room and bombard the tv with paper balls everytime a red car appeared. Now, I can't really get away with that at home, despite my brother working most weekends. My parents don't look favourably on me throwing balls of paper around. However, the next 3 hours are what save me from needing a gym membership. I don't only watch the race, i'm driving every single car on the track, screaming "OVERTAKE HIM!", "GO FASTER!!" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BLOCK HIM!!". Everything else can't really be published for public viewing.
All this screaming is accompanied by much arm waving, moving of feet (as mentioned, i'm driving the car!) and general other movements that could be construed by anyone else as me having some sort of fit.
Despite all of this, we only finished 4th and 12th. But, the car is looking better, its getting quicker, soon we'll be back where we belong, on the podium.
However, the excitement doesn't finish there. Its been a British Touring cars weekend too. Lets call this more "contact" racing. Plenty of bumping and bashing, bodywork flying off, cars on and off the track, brilliant stuff!
And next weekend, I'm back at Brands for the first time since october. All I need to do now is survive the next 5 days at work...