So last night the Olympic ceremony came to a pretty jubilant close. And what a finish.
Today I feel somewhat bereft.
I really don’t watch a lot of sport on TV these days. I love the boxing but it is generally on way too late for me. The golf and the tennis, *yawns*, are always on in our house as Mr B is an avid fan and I find them quite therapeutic. Other than these and some of the more high profile footie matches that’s about my limit.
So, I really didn’t think the Olympics would have much of an impact on me.
How wrong was I. I have loved it. Every minute. I became transfixed by sports I had hardly even heard of. I could barely watch Tom Daley’s final dive for the nerves. I spent hours watching dressage, something I may have previously been known to ridicule. Some of the gymnastics I was practically hiding behind the sofa to view and Mr B even managed to get me interested in Beach Volleyball. He admired their
figures sporting prowess no end.
And the athletics I literally could not tear myself away from. Just awesome. Of course having Jessica Ennis and Mo Farah in our team helped. I am not used to seeing Britain actually win stuff. Weird. But brilliant.
And now it is over. It feels like the morning after the most amazing party. I feel deflated.
What will we do in the evenings?
What will we watch?
We may actually have to start talking to each other again. Jeepers.