Ahhhhh we’re not there.
Can’t tell you how glad I am not to be there.
I mean, yippie skippie, the Olympics have finally started,
but I’m soooo glad I’m not there. Tonight, I’m not just a Disappearing Man, but
an Invisible one –
My old “manor” – as I’ve just learned David Beckham used to
call it – is on TV screens around the world right now. Stratford is in the eyes
of the world.
I enjoyed living there, but personally, I’m happy to watch
it from a couple of hundred miles away.
My life today seems small and insignificant by comparison to
the Olympics, but I’ve enjoyed it. Delivered some work to a demanding deadline,
got good feedback. Went up to sit with Dad for a few hours…he mainly slept. Did
an hour on the bike, burned off 650 calories, had a nice meal, settled down to
watch Stratford take its place on the world stage. Interestingly, there are
some countries with a smaller total population than Stratford had when we left it.
Right – that’s as much as there is to say about today,
frankly – Cuba’s just arrived in Straford…only another hour and a quarter of
this frankly baffling opening ceremony…
Oh – blood was good this morning, down to 5.2. Maybe the biking starting to have an effect?
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