Whilst the boys struggled to get up, due to the effects of one too many beverages, I got ready for the F1 race. I was actually very happy (excited is too strong) to be going. We filled up at Tim Hortons with coffee and a various assortment of things between ourselves that amounted to a passable breakfast. We then joined the hordes of people heading for the race track. I was a bit worried I may get separated or lost but I needn’t have worried as Alex and Richard were there to guide the way.
I was very tempted to follow the crowds that were leaving but I am very glad I didn’t. It was announced it would be restarting so I grabbed a few more samples of Canada Dry , which would be my godmothers ideal drink, and went back to a drier version of where we were stood before. I now feel immensely sorry for all those that left as even I found I was enthralled by Jenson’s racing.We then got a lot more banter on the way back due to the boy’s flags and we were even congratulated. I am not quite sure for what but we carried on and struggled to avoid the pools that had formed during the downpour. At one point, we had to walk along a bridges railings. I was doing so well at keeping my balance until the man behind stood on my shoe, removing it. It went underneath the railings and perilously close to the edge. Even though it was ruined from the rain I didn’t fancy walking home in one shoe! The man courageously got it back for me and apologised profusely. Oh he would have been sorry, very sorry, if it had fallen over the side. It would have meant that he would have had to go and fetch it from the mini ravine below!
The perfect day, for the boys anyway as mine would have involved being indoors when it was raining, was topped off with a lovely long meal followed by a late night Starbucks. The restaurant was a lovely place to spend our last night in and was a bit more livelier place than the french restaurant. So much so that they brewed their own beer on site, you could help yourself to a bag of monkey nuts and they cheered every time someone ordered a huge rack of beer. Commoner!