Up until this week, I hadn't really entered into the Olympic spirit. In fact I was a bit of an Olympic naysayer.
OK, so having lived in the Lea Valley, London, for some years, I followed the development of the Olympic venues there with a little interest. And you can't argue with the Olympic values: respect, excellence, friendship, courage, determination, inspiration and equality. But I certainly didn't buy into the crazy lottery system for purchasing tickets; I'm more than happy to partake of the 2012 Olympic Games via the TV.
Then Daughter came home and said that Year 6's Olympic artwork which they had created in small groups, was going to be exhibited at the local Arts Centre, and there was going to be a private view AND EVERYTHING! I couldn't help but begin to be swept along on the Olympic wave!
And of course, when the Olympic Torch passes by your place of work, you have to sit up and take notice, just a little. Yes, we know the torch blew out in Greece, we know about a certain celebrity who has no connection with Taunton tweeting his way along his section of the Torch relay, and yes the policing of the event may be costing an arm and a leg, but here in North Wiltshire we put those concerns aside yesterday and lined the streets! Like vegplotting (who must have been standing not far from me in Chippenham and who has a lovely photo of the torch bearer on her blog), for a (very) brief moment as the Torch went past, I felt quite emotional.
So Team GB I wish you well for the Games. I will be cheering you on from my living room. And maybe, just maybe, what with Daughter's painting representing the sailing, I can be persuaded to get out my family railcard, and head to Weymouth...