Like the rest of the world, every waking moment seems to be taken up with watching the Olympics here. Did you SEE the 100m???? That man was jogging! And the rowing is great. Team GB is actually doing rather well, even if, as a friend said, we seem to win everything where you are required to sit. Cycling, rowing, sailing....Then there was the swimming, and forget the magic of Michael Phelps for a second, a British woman won 2 Gold medals and she is just 19!
I looked at son #2 and asked why he was not in Beijing swimming up and down and winning medals, as he was 19 too. He told me he was a little busy on the qualification day, so couldn't make it. Hmmm.
There is something magical about the Olympics, isn't there....
Yesterday, I gave in and had a friend drive me to Tesco to get a kettle. I had had enough of the pouring of water everywhere when I boiled it in a pot. The counter, the breadboard, the floor.... We will skim over the torment of actually having to ask someone to take me to the shops. I hate this - HATE it. At this point can I suggest that going to any supermarket with a man is not good. I had forgotten. Expensive kettles which sing and dance and do fancy things are good apparently. I slapped the cheap one in the trolley and ignored the advice. But at least I got my kettle. And having a chauffeur was great. I appreciate it. I really do.
Yesterday afternoon, I had a visit from a young friend, Kelly. She and my daughter grew up together here, and her Mum is my dear friend in Scotland. And as we sprawled on the couches and chatted about all and sundry, while watching the Olympics, it struck me that she (and my daughter) are roughly the same age as some of you. And age doesn't matter. We never ran out of things to talk about, and I never tire of hearing of all the exploits the young ones get up to either.
I am incredibly lucky, you know. I have some wonderful young people who love to pop in and visit me. Kate and her wonder dog pop in whenever she is home in the village too. They are some of my "chicks" and I love it when they are around at home. And I don't think they see me as the wizened old Granny sitting in her rocking chair. Yet. I think. Kate????
I miss my daughter. I wish she was sprawled on the other couch watching the Olympics with me, dancing about when we win Gold. Eating the chocolate cake Jean made for David to celebrate his uni place. Screaming at the tv screen as young athletes strain every muscle in their bodies to win.
The Olympics. They bring back memories. They are great. And I am exhausted. I have just rowed to a Silver medal while sitting on the couch. I expected Gold. It must have been the coffee......