Nick Jordan

I’ve just seen an advert on TV for a newspaper which is publishing extracts from an autobiography by Lewis Hamilton. The guy’s only 22 years old, for goodness’ sake! Try again in about fifty years, mate.

I don’t normally get terribly excited about sport, even the stuff I’m really interested in, but I find that I’m experiencing a real sense of anticipation as I await the start of the Brazilian Formula One Grand Prix. If Lewis Hamilton can win the championship today I’ll be pleased, and if he can do it in style by winning the race I’ll be very pleased indeed. I wasn’t able to get worked up about the rugby yesterday - it’s not a sport, it’s just a game - but this is exciting stuff.

Update: Bugger.

It’s very odd. For the first three days of my new regime of working from home I listened to music constantly, but on Wednesday evening I was actually glad to switch it off. It felt like my ears were tired. For the last couple of days I haven’t listened to anything, I’ve just enjoyed the peace and quiet.

I went out for a stroll in the pissing rain at lunchtime today and got rather wet, the result of which is that, even now in the evening, I smell faintly like wet dog. Delightful, I know.

I’ve just spent the whole day sitting in an empty office waiting for a laptop to arrive. It didn’t turn up at all. This means I’ve wasted a whole day that I could have used to do something productive while work was piling up in my email inbox. On the plus side, however, I did manage to get a lot of reading done and, as from tomorrow, I work from home (most of the time - I shall be going in to the office once a week or so).

I find myself surprisingly tired, considering that I haven’t really been able to do a lot of actual work today. I don’t have to get up terribly early tomorrow, though, so I’m sure I’ll be fine by the morning.