Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Olympics. Salmonella poisoning and Summer
Britian is reserved, they don't go mad, ape-shit over things and overdo them to the point of exhaustion. Even though the Olympics are here in the very city I'm living in it's barely on my radar. There are Olympic lanes on the roads (and a few black cabbies decided to protest that they may not ride in them - silently, and subdued, natch), the Olympic rings are on Tower Bridge, and a few other things. But other than that - the only thing I've noticed a lot of are the ads (in print on the tubes and on the radio) for avoiding Olympic Village and crowds. That's it!
Fen, the old ball and chain, is covering the Olympics and has all but gone underground. He's already up to his eyeballs in work and I am an Olympic widow. Good thing I just recovered from a exhausting bout of salmonella poisoning! Awful! don't know how I got it but certainly glad THAT is over.
Kids are out for the summer - and the summer finally, FINALLY, decided to show up this week. There IS sun in London. Who knew? We're soakingg up as much Vitamin D as we can this week.
I'm excited about the Olympics. I wish I could actually attend but I have the kids, no husband, and limited babysitters. Darn. But Fen will have fun (she said with a huff).
I'm routing for the Bahamas first, America second, New Zealand third, Samoa fourth, Britian fifth and everyone else after that. That covers ALL our passports and countries of residence!! We're an international crew.