Today is our penultimate day on the Cote D'Azur. Very sad, but I really don' t think I can stomach any more champagne and schmoozing. It's such hard work ;-) I think I left off on Saturday, the day after Cannes. That seems like a lifetime ago. All the days are merging into one.

The last couple of nights have been such great fun, not to mention the racing in the daytime. Did I say that after our steak dinner we ran into Jonny Herbert on his way home. Actually it was more like he ran into us on his Harley, but whatever. He was loving the attention from our gorgeous girls that's for sure!

Saturday night ended up another all nighter - we just can't seem to make the last train home at night. There was a bbq and dancing on the yacht of a nice guy called Les, where we stayed until about 4am. It was a really great party and we met some interesting people like Herbie, Bernie's close colleague and a really sweet man. The food and the free-flowing Bolly was amazing as well.

We'd really wanted to be in a fit state to watch the GP on Sunday, but as it turned out Tony had practically given us his yacht all to ourselves for the day, so we were able to relax even with all the racket the F1 cars were making. One of the highlights of the day was going to the yacht in the tender. I do love speeding along on the open sea, even if I was soaked at the end of it. I heard it was a good race, although we couldn't see much.

After the race we went to the biggest and by the look of it, the only party in the harbour, held on a massive, jaw-dropping boat called the Kingfisher. It was actually really nice because most of the people we'd met during the week were there, plus a few more from last year who we caught up with. I have to admit it's great to be able to walk past the hopefuls on the quay and straight onto the boat - thanks Keith!

The only problem with party's on yachts is that there is a no shoe policy, so not only are all the glitterati at risk of losing their Jimmy Choos on the quayside, but also of cutting their pedicured feet on all the broken glass that ends up on the floor. By the time we left there was an inch of ominous looking liquid covering the floor with broken glass floaters. Yes, yacht parties can get very messy.

So then it was on to Amber lounge to see if we could get one of those elusive €2000 tickets and party to the wee hours with Monaco's finest. While we waited we did a bit of celeb spotting. Nadia clocked JZ going past, but he was on the way to Jimmy'Z, which was a shame forhim as by all accounts it was a crap night there. We also saw Roman Abromovitch (not the correct spelling I'm sure) leaving, and Jenson Button looking really messy. But with a little help from our friends and our stunning girls we eventually made it inside and ended our week in style.

Lewis Hamilton was showing off on the decks and the music was cracking. The night was rounded off with breakfast at the Meridien Hotel with Lewis and a couple of his pals. He seems like a stand-up guy, if a little battle shy.

Today I'm hopefully off to Italy to eat seafood linguine in the sunshine by the sea. A perfect way to round off an amazing trip to Monaco.