The other day I was merrily telling someone that we have already reached the shortest day of the year – the winter solstice – but I have just realised that I was a month ahead of myself and that it is not until December 21 that this occurs. Great news, another month of days that end at tea-time. I have been been rushing around England in recent days and it has been quite a rewarding period in some respects. I don’t understand how anyone can endure the endless traffic jams and constant roadworks, but what can you do? I have paid fortunes to local government for car parking and I have concluded the Borough of Kensington & Chelsea should reinvest some of its ill-gotten gains installing machines that take credit cards rather than shillings and threepenny pieces.
And while all this was going on I got a call at some point from a little bird in Cologne who told me that the staff of Toyota have been told that their entry has been sold on to someone else – and that some of them are going to be asked to stay on to build and run their car for a man called Stefan from Serbia. Apparently the government down there is paying for “Stefan Grand Prix” to become a reality.
You heard it here first. Now I have to get going. More London traffic to get through. Tonight I will be back in Paris and tomorrow it will be the joys of the south-west of France.