July 27, 2012
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It’s hot and sticky
And someone sprayed me with aftershave. In fairness, they were aiming for themselves, but they didn’t think that the wind might blow it past them. It’s a good thing I wear glasses. And that I’m not madly allergic to such things. The smell has sort of worn off now. Ish.
I had a detour into the centre of London, which meant dodging buses, confused tourists, various eejits who don’t bother to look both ways before crossing a road, and Games Lanes (which are not open to bicycles). I am rather hot and sticky. Not as hot and sticky as I was yesterday when I arrived at the Prom (Elgar, Wood, Ravel and Debussy, all wonderful except the Wood which was like a cross between An American in Paris and two cats dancing on a piano with a toddler), but still quite hot and sticky. I’m not looking forward to the commute come next week. I can’t remember exactly what the Games Lanes are doing over Waterloo Bridge, but I’m prepared to bet that it won’t be pretty, since the modus operandi appears to be “add Games Lane, remove bus lane, cars avoid former bus lane and Games Lane and all hell breaks loose”. It is also very evident that if the road is not part of a Games Lane, then there’s been no budget to repair it since about 2008, and the pot holes are ghastly.
I’m off camping tonight until Monday. With a batch of Guides that I don’t know (and a small handful that I do know), and a collection of embroidery threads. I need to go down to the 99p shop to hunt down glowsticks, and then perform the traditional extreme-shower-and-hairwash, so that I do at least start the next three nights clean-ish. I’ll be relying on babywipes until Monday. I’m very much looking forward to camp – Em’s memorial has been started on site, and I want to take pictures. It’ll also be nice to escape some of the Olympic madness (but I should get to see @frogspawn21 on the telly in the opening ceremony regardless: although I’m pretty sure that there’ s not going to be any morris dancers. I’d have heard about it, regardless of this, simply because ‘so and so’ would have been advising. We’ve been asked to dance in the Limpet Village, and may make it for the Paralympics…) I’ll miss N like stink.
Ceremonials continuing, I did go to see the torch. ‘cos. It was at the end of the street, and it would have been churlish not to. It involved getting up Very Early Indeed. Then I went for a run.
xxx
