Wow, well that was incredible... and how kind of Danny Boyle to include Great Ormond Street in the year that the October 1972 set will be gathering in London from all corners of the world in September for our forty year reunion, that felt very special.
We sat up and saw every competitor into the stadium, though may have dozed off a bit between Guam and Spain, but we thought the whole spectacle was awesome, eccentric, very British, serious when it needed to be (as in the poppy moment) and so very funny when we were expecting otherwise..Mr Bean and the Queen.
So today we are in serious watching mode and have already been on the edge of our seats for this..
and who can believe that we have found the red button, pressed it and are now rooted to this..
This is what the Olympics is all about...I have not the first clue about cycling, no interest in it whatsoever and now I am a nervous wreck about things like the peleton and six minute leads and workman-like rhythms and dogs running across the road (and back again!) and how they can ride hands-free and pull things out of their jerseys, or hang onto the car while someone leans out and tightens the saddle and not fall off.
I must dash because the peleton are approaching Box Hill and will need me. I had a near-death experience there on youth club ramble in about 1970, when for a joke I started running down through the woodland on the steep side and couldn't stop.
Hoping Team GB know what they are doing allowing this six minute lead to build ahead of them...
Tonight we will be moving across to the Aquatics Centre for some real medal hopes....oh isn't this all brilliant.
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