Still, we're off to the UK tomorrow for a couple of weeks of coolness and drizzle, and thankful to be leaving 35°C and no pool. We arrive just in time to watch the closing ceremony which will round off things nicely. Then we are going to be out and about in Essex and Kent visiting for the most part military museums, castles, a steam train at Ongar and so on. That's the plan, anyway.
I'm gutted that the Olympic Park will be closed to visitors. I was really hoping to pop along and see the site of so much excitement, the flowers and the red squiggly thing.
I'm happy to forget house-hunting for the time being, forget the dingy interiors and exteriors, forget the deflating effect of going inside the houses for sale built in the 1970s and 80s and seemingly not redecorated or modernised since.
Some people can visit a place and see the potential of what it could be like. I go into a place and see the wreck that it is and can't go beyond that. Luckily my DB is not like me; he has an eye for potential, but also expensive tastes in restoration.
Actually, if I'm honest, I'd like to have the money to throw at a finished house where all I have to do is put my bags down, my furniture inside and feet under the table. Some people love the challenge of redecorating or restoration, putting their stamp on their surroundings and feeling they've achieved something when they finally finish. I'm not like that. Pity really considering my financial situation is not in harmony with my aspirations.
Never mind, we've got Mo Farrah going for Gold to look forward to tonight and for the moment, everything's right with the world.
