As the sun set over picturesque Monaco, views of yachts in the harbour and sports cars driving down roads were far from where you sat inside a restaurant alongside other F1 drivers and wags.

You were the only one from the table of busy people to notice your boyfriend Charles' behaviour. He was on what must've been his fourth or fifth glass of wine now.

He was nervous about the qualifying tomorrow as he tended to crash at this track. You put one arm around him to calm him down for a moment.