“Dear Gigi, I’m going off!”

Chillin’, I think they call it.

I’m going Full Spartan, so you don’t need to worry. I will be ready for Qatar.

I’m eating lots of fruit and playing beach football with all my new friends. That Raoul – he’s always trying to lead me astray, ha ha!

“Smoke this!” he says to me. “Put this up your nose!”

Cheeky native. I tell him my body is a temple. The only thing I smoke is those putas on the racetrack and the only thing that goes up my nose is the air of victory!

I went on a great boat ride with Carlos and Dimitri. We saw lots of fish and I wanted to throw my spear at them, but Dimitri started to cry. He is such a gentle boy. I’m thinking I might keep him. He is very good at massage.

Is it possible we could get rid of one of the mechanics and pay Dimitri instead? Could you ask the Germans? I have called a few times, but no-one answers. I think maybe there is something wrong with the telephone service down here.

Anyway, I really don’t want you to worry about Qatar. I will be ready. Then I will show my true talent.

Casey’s not coming, right?

Best regards,

George.