Team GB! Team GB!

The normal course of events has been turned on it's head. No longer is Blighty the king of sitting down sports, we also run and jump and chuck stuff! The whole country appears to have Olympic fever - that's what comes of actually winning some medals.

As a consequence of our national success and multiple tales of derring do and triumph against adversity, I have spent the best part of the last week
a) glued to the telly, frantically flicking between events to try and download as much information into the old noggin.

Really down under

b) weeping.

Me and the husband have also become armchair (not wheelchair) athletes, and have magically become "expert" at almost all sport. Judo eludes us though. As far I as can tell:-

The Rules
Wear a dressing down.
Bow.
Have a hug.
Trip up.
Win.

Excellent, almost as confusing as the sailing (teeny sails about 50 miles away, all going in circles), the Keirin (massive thighs pedalling like stink, then going slow, then winning), synchronised swimming (half fish-half Bratz doll pairs drowning stylishly).

I don't want it to end. Particularly as we giving Australia a kicking - joy.