>After staying up to a ridiculous hour watching the Olympics, sock #1 and I staggered across the finish line at lunchtime yesterday, in a personal best time that was good enough to get through to the final … so sock #2 was immediately cast on.
We [ sock and I ] settled in with David and assorted animals for an evening of Beijing watching, interpersed with whatever looked good on satellite when the Olympic coverage was on anything remotely resembling waterpolo, hockey or basketball [ than which ‘t’is of more interest to watch cement drying ] and we collectively decided to crawl off to our warm beds after the amazing shock aussie gold medal in the men’s 10 metre platform in the wee smalls.
This morning saw us comfortably encouched [a bit like being ensconced but you do it on a sofa ] for the men’s marathon
I was engaged in my own personal marathon and was here as the medalists crossed the line
so all that remains is for the socks and I to watch the closing ceremony in all our patriotic glory – or at least that part of it televised before midnight!!