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Winning F1 post-Schumacher doesn't really count.
Oh, oh, Schumacher, oh. Martin Brundle's interviewing him on the grid. I MISS HIM. He looks smiley and happy and he isn't driving and it saddens me. I'm not saddened that he looks happy and smiley. He made a joke about being a terrible dangerous menace on the track. Oh.
My father's retired and he spends much of his time tidying up, which means presenting me with things I'd put in what I thought were perfectly sensible places and telling me I need to find them a new home. I don't know where my camera manual is anymore because he removed it from its residence on the shelf next to my camera and I put it between two random books because I couldn't be bothered finding anywhere more sensible. It's slightly vexing.
My father's retired and he spends much of his time tidying up, which means presenting me with things I'd put in what I thought were perfectly sensible places and telling me I need to find them a new home. I don't know where my camera manual is anymore because he removed it from its residence on the shelf next to my camera and I put it between two random books because I couldn't be bothered finding anywhere more sensible. It's slightly vexing.