Could the heart of any red blooded Englishman not be moved by the sight of our wonderful posh lanky gals taking so many of the medals in the rowing? Absolutely stunning ladies. I'm not a big sports fan, and honestly, generally the coverage gets a bit much for me late into the evening, but even so HOORAGH!
The marathon will bring the runners to Buckingham palace. London has on it's Sunday best. It's not my city, but you know? I am a Brit so today I'll wave the union jack (quietly) and be proud.
A few days of catching up with relatives and friends, My brave little sister is working flat out on the houses she has bought. Good on yer sis. Mark and I took a walk around the park at Kingsbury with his 5 month old puppy, Saffy. She doesn't really get the whole lead thing. Mark is safely tethered to one end, and she to the other, therefore there is only one person left who can get tripped up. There is no prediciting how and when she will wind the rope around my ankles. Didn't the pup do well with her first thunder storm? The rain came down like stair rods packed solid and vertical, and we were stranded out in the open. The way she looked to Mark, and since he wasn't concerned, she accepted the situation OK. No drama from her. The yard outside the tearooms was 2 inches deep it rained so hard. An English summer is after all three sunny days followed by a thunder storm. We picked our way through the new lagoon towards the village and tea. Same again next week? You bet
It's comforting being among my own, but I'm missing Swedish friends, the forest and the big lake. Over there the gang will be attending Limatraffen, dancing, drinking, sleeping it off. Wish I was with you guys. Next year hopefully. An unintended consequence of my new situation may be that where ever I am, there will be people I am missing.
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