There's been nigh-on Olympic hysteria here in the StripeyAnne household. Our technology and geeky hardware means the laptop can become a television – thanks to a little black pluggy-in thingy that goes straight to the aerial and, when I'm logged in to the Big Computer (as opposed to one of the Small Computers littered around the place, some of them actually functional) I can work on one screen and have BBCi on the other. Or vice versa. I'm agog and awestruck by the sheer brilliance of it all.
The GB medalfest has been a delight and I've cried at every hoisting of the flag. Sniff. So much admiration for the commitment of all those elite athletes while at the same time fascinated by the shapes and sizes. Big-bellied hammer-throwers, long-legged high-jumpers, lean, gangly marathon runners, big-shouldered swimmers. Line them up and guess their sport – not difficult.
So we got to discussing, Noel and I. We have four years until the spectacle comes to London. Not the fabulous show that China put on to gobsmack the world. No, a more stiff-upper-lip British kind of affair. Flasks of tea and sliced white bread sandwiches wrapped in waxed paper. A speech from the Mayor and cutting a ribbon. That'll do, thank you very much. No showiness for us. Much too vulgar.
If, we said, if we were to get gold in an Olympic sport – bearing in mind our maturity, what would it be? Despite the whole running thing this year, I don't think we're up to Olympic standard. Rock climbing doesn't feature (just as well) and there really isn't one for faffing – our friend James would wipe the floor with the rest of the world on that anyway. Of course it could take him some time….
No, it came to me in a moment of inspiration last night as we went to see a highly-acclaimed, but ultimately depressing movie. I drove for a change and, with such skill, parallel parked the car in one. The crowds went wild. The applause was deafening. That's it, then. The Women's Parallel Parking – Medium-sized saloon (manual).
Noel's still considering his options. Maybe something in C++.
Today's lovely thing
Counting the hours until holiday time…