Sunday, Sunday, here again. So soon. I have to say that I have been so busy recently that his week has flown by. This has to be a good thing. Mrs J has been in Miami for four weeks now. In just under three weeks, my wife will be home. I hope the next three weeks pass as quickly as this one did.

Since I last blogged, construction work has commenced at Johnsy Towers. I say ‘construction’, Given that to date this has involved digging a large hole just outside the main entrance and half-filling said aperture with cement and removing the shelter that once protruded from the front of the building: perhaps I should have said ‘destruction’. Progress could best be described as slow. In the original scheme of things, the Porsche porch was meant to be built by now. It don’t expect that the cement will be long dry by the time my wife returns.

On Tuesday night, of course, I was up at Piccadilly Circus with long-time chum James Casey, whom I bumped into by chance while awaiting a cancelled train at East Croydon Station. We made our way up to the City to join a reported half-a-million other people watching the spectacle that was Formula 1 Comes to Regent Street. From our position, we got to see six out of the eight drivers. These were:

1. Nigel Mansell in the Jordan
2. Cristiano da Matta in the Toyota
3. Luca Badoer in the Ferrari
4. Jenson Button in the BAR
5. Zsolt Baumgartner and Kylie Flynn in a two-seater Minardi
6. DC in the McLaren
7. Juan Pablo Montoya in the WilliamsF1
8. Martin Brundle in the Jaguar

I was saddened to hear that Minardi’s Sporting Director, John Walton, died shortly after this tremendous event. My sympathies go to his family, his many friends in the pit-lane and his partner, Louise Goodman.

Today, of course, is the Grand Prix of Great Britain, an event to which I always look forward.

While I go away and do all the things that I need to do before the race, I shall leave you with a link to the excellent Lego films. A couple of which have been linked to else where of late!