The sport on Sunday afternoon was just fantastic and I was wishing I'd thought to set up a second TV set in my lounge.
As it was I was flicking furiously from Silverstone to Wimbledon and to Lords trying not to miss anything but I also found time to flick to the little French town of Brioude to watch South Africa's Darryl Impey win the biggest stage of his life at the Tour de France.
Impey took his chance to get into the breakaway and then he not only showed a lot of guts and power, he also demonstated brilliant tactical nous in driving the breakaway so as not to allow any other fast finishers to get into the group as well as timing his final attack to perfection to make it a straight race between himself and Tiesj Benoot knowing that he could beat Benoot in the final sprint . . . which he did. Not recognised as a climber who could take on a specialist like Benoot, it was the last few hundred metres of the final climb where Impey won the stage. Once they got to the flat section the final sprint was always a formality.
On a frantically busy afternoon of high quality sporting entertainment, that was probably the highlight for me.