After three consecutive weeks of Formula 1 racing keeping me preoccupied, I found myself this morning outside in the shed organising some boxes in storage, at the behest of my beloved. I opened a box of my own belongings labelled Mark 1990-1995, and there it was sitting right on top, my 1993 work diary. Completely side-tracked from the briefing that Her Indoors gave me, I pulled up a chair and found myself overcome with memories of that year. Now, I could very easily just sit here lamenting on the year that was 1993, for it truly was a wonderful year for me and for Formula 1 and was full of many wonderful memories, but I do not want to be someone caught in the past, not living in the day....
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