Race day was always a problem. Late breakfast for obvious reasons, and walking up to the stands at 2:00 ruins the chance of a late lunch. So it was usually back for an early tea, and by the time that was over, there had to be something exiting happening to tempt us back, and we'd listen to Radio Le Mans.
Instead, I've glued the conservatory floor back together, and mowed the grass. My son will visit shortly, and after that its barbeque time, and watch last years race, or a better one
