When I drove back from Brighton the other evening, I was overtaken by this
It is indeed a stretch-limousine Ferrari. I can only hope that it is the result of two written off Ferraris being rebuilt as one, rather than someone taking a fabulous sports car and ruining it. My one other thought though is that from my (limited) Ferrari experience, it'll be so noisy and low inside that nobody will be able to either converse or enjoy themselves.
With just four days to go, I have discovered that I will be competing with Paula Radcliffe at the Anniversary run. Now we all know lovely Paula, so I have decided that at all costs I must start the race ahead of her and keep ahead, in case she has one of her 'incidents'. Mind you. I have less of an issue chasing after Victoria Pendleton.
The Boy let me know that tonight he is going here.
Oh dear, oh dear. What happened to my baby boy?