Something strange is happening at our Haus, or more specifically, to me. B is less affected.
Until this week, I was almost completely disinterested in the London Olympics. In fact I actively dreaded it, due to the transport nightmare that will undoubtedly affect my everyday life during the next 2 weeks.
And yet, with the city in the grip of Olympics fever, I have finally succumbed. Yesterday I went to St Paul’s to see the torch relay. I cheered as it went past. That’s right. I cheered.
Today I have bought tickets! On Sunday, B and I will do what we have sworn not to do, and travel to the Olympic Park.
We will see 2 water polo matches, one featuring Team GB. I’ve always admired the athleticism of the sport, but I’ve never watched a match. Time to read up on the rules.
Tonight we will embrace the Olympic spirit by getting a takeaway curry and settling in to watch the Opening Ceremony. For hours.
I say that B is less affected, but he did watch the torch pass through Lambeth yesterday. He described it as a ‘nutter invasion’. I think he’s just forgotten what the general public are like. There will be plenty of this on display on Sunday: