Woke up this morning later than I have been – all of 9.30am – fully expecting to feel worse than horrible and was surprise (and delighted) to discover I didn’t.

In fact, I felt as good if not better than I had the previous morning.  No complaints from me on that one.  I was a little bit more chesty than I have been, but I think that’s down to not getting as long a session of physio in last night as I would usually do, largely due to being so shattered from the day.

I’ve spent the day on the sofa doing next to nothing – watched the British Grand Prix and then realised that all through this season I’ve sat and watched races, only to remember with a quarter of the race to go that I really don’t like F1 anymore because it’s so chuffing dull.  When the only time cars overtake each other is when one of them stops for petrol, you know you’ve got a problem with your sport, surely?

I remember the olden days when the cars used to drive quite close together and every now and again one of them would try to get past another one IN A CORNER – oh, the memories.  I still have no idea why I sat through all 60 laps of today’s GP other than using the excuse that I was deliberately trying to do nothing.

My dad has it right – he Sky+’s most of the races, and then zips through them at x6 speed, which is much more interesting.

To break from the sporting tedium, we sat and watched The Queen this evening, which was entertaining, but no where near as grand as it’s been reported to be.  Helen Mirren is outstanding, but the script is INCREDIBLY clunky in the first 10-15 minutes where the filmmakers are clearly working over-time to make sure that all the Americans who want to watch the film are up to speed with how our country works with the monarchy, the Prime Minister and all the rest of our constitutional gubbins.

It’s hideously badly handled, although I suppose the defence would be that it had to be shoe-horned in to make the film make sense to the foreign markets.  I still think there are other ways of doing it, though.

The cast are generally very good, although some veer towards the bad side of impressionism and caricature,  and the idea of a peering into the Royal household at such a difficult time is intriguing, even if some of the scenarios they come up with stretch the bounds of believability a little.

I was worth seeing to see what all the fuss was about, but I wouldn’t rush out to pick myself up a copy (our copy being a lovefilm rental).

Hoping for an early night tonight, although with my brain running the way it does at the moment, I’ll be wide awake again come 8.30 and it’ll take me till midnight to feel sleepy again.

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