2012 London Olympics. Day Nine
Sunday 05th August 2012
Well it had to happen didn't it? Anna gets up, has something to eat and says, "I'm going to be sick"... and calmly walks into the bathroom and becomes a lawn sprinkler... Today is promptly cancelled.
As it happens it worked out really well for us. Because I'd caught whatever it was that I had caught off Anna's Mum I kind of figured that she couldn't catch it twice. It turns out I was correct. She was very not well for an hour or four and then she was up and running. The reason it worked out well for us is that we were going to go into London and watch the Women’s Marathon and it humped it down. We would have got beyond wet.
We watched the Marathon from the comfort of a warm front room as we watched the rain move up from central London and slowly become a lawn sprinkler to next door and put us both out of a job. Loads of channel hoping and loads of Olympic events.
Andy Murray won the Tennis gold and he still can't smile. What exactly is wrong with him the miserable Scottish tit. Is it a Scottish thing? Is this why their men folk wear dresses and their women folk are ginger? Really? Why can't he just get over himself...? Actually, why can't someone just smack him in the mouth... what a tosser...
As the day progressed we both started to fell a lot better.
As we watched the Olympics on the TV we were buzzed by a Lancaster Bomber. Just how cool is that? I'd forgotten that Duxford had an airshow on, loads of Spitfires and a Lancaster Bomber and the Olympics on the telly... does it get any better...?
Mr Bolt has just won the 100m.
As with last weekend, here are some photos that didn't make the cut (more to follow at the end of the Olympics).
Noggin xx
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