Yesterday went a bit like this
Beijing Swimming heats, our local girl (we are Plymouthian at the moment) Shazza Davies doing her usual informed and entertaining poolside commentary, grabbing flushed swimmers who've been knocked out of their event and saying "see you in 4 years time."
Turn sound down - The Enchantress of Florence by Salman Rushdie - fifty pages.
Men's Gymnastics, still sound turned down, commentator a bit over-excited and veering along the lines of kiss of death stuff,
'he can't afford a single mistake'
'oh dear let's hope no bones broken.'
The Lost Dog by Michelle de Kretser - fifty or so pages, our chap looks to do well on the pommel horse. Flairs and spindles prevail with a jolly good upsidedown dismount which ends the right way up eventually.
More horses follow except here there must be no dismounting.
Am warm and comfortable on the sofa so decide to stick with Beijing and 3 Day Event Dressage (whaaaat???) sound turned up as know nothing about dressage, but now know all there is to know, sock knitted as far as heel. Lucinda Someone who was ours but is now Australia's executes her extended trots perfectly and her tempi changes are also very nice. She's in first place and can you believe it, I almost think I should sit up at 2am to see if local Devon rider Mary King can pull of better piaffes.
TV off to cool down, The Northern Clemency - fifty or so pages.
All life now arranged to be within easy reach of the sofa, food appears (thank you Bookhound) so stay put for Last Choir Standing, Nick Knowles, Mylene Klass and a lot of singing and start to execute a perfect heel turn on the Olympic sock. Score 30.5 with very few faults which easily puts me in with a chance of a sock knitting medal if I can just keep a tight rein on the Kitchener Toe.
Another fifty or so pages of The Lost Dog which I'm now praying will be found.
Today it's Women's Gymnastics and Beth Tweddle, some more swimming including some relays where we are bound to be disqualified for the aquatic equivalent of dropping the baton, a bit of rowing, a bit more of The Enchantress of Florence and a lot more of The Northern Clemency because if I don't finish it any day soon the Booker will have been and gone.
Also good advice from my Guardian Olympic vade mecum, must look out for the weightlifter who was advised by a nun to change her name for greater success, Junpim Kantatian is now called Prapawadee Charoenrattanatahrakul, which sounds very lucky to me.
Probably more rain too and if I get bored I'll head here and do something useful, last year rice, this year water.