Well, I decided that today was the day to finally take down the flag bunting, which has been around our front door since the days of Queen's Diamond Jubilee.
Strangely, seeing as I am not sports fan, and was never really in favour of the Olympics coming to London in the first place, I was actually won over. Me and sports? That just doesn't seem to go together, sort of like swimming lessons for giraffes. Not done!
But, nevertheless, I stand corrected. They were fabulous. Wonderful for the morale of the country, and Team GB winning 65 medals was so inspiring. I can hardly believe it's over. I will miss the human drama -- the nail bitting finishes, the tears, the heartbreak, even the razz-a-ma-tazz of it all. I never would have guessed it would "get to me".
Wearing white skirt with my knitted edging, white tee shirt, oatmeal
crocheted waistcoat, cowboy boots and assorted bangles.
A better view of the bangles. All charity shop, except the pewter rope one,
which came from Boots
What did other people think of the Olympics? Good? Bad? Indifferent?