It’s over. All the preparations, the building, the publicity, the hype and the actual race. As I write the drivers are probably boarding their private jets on their way home to Monaco or wherever it is they live.
At the last minute I got a ticket to the race. It was incredible. The sound of the cars is like nothing you’ve ever heard. They give you ear-plugs as you go in and you do need them. The raw energy and vibe carries you away; it really is a very sexy sport. I tried to take a picture of Jenson Button as he roared past, but think I missed him….
So life is slowly returning to normal. No more champagne, no more parties and no more deciding what to wear to yet another five-star event. Quite nice really. And the children are pleased. As Bea said to me last night when I told her off about leaving her homework to the last minute: “Well, it’s not my fault you were out with Prince Andrew all weekend.”
Not strictly true, but my weekend and indeed week was dominated by the Prince and the interview, which is now all written up and going to press tonight. Check it out on Saturday at www.thenational.ae.
I am onto my next feature; cupcakes. Slightly less glamorous and exciting than the Prince, but at least you can eat them and I can go to bed at 9.30pm every evening this week.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009