I would have to be the most unsportingly inclined person you could ever imagine.
Nevertheless, in the spirit of the Olympiad, I find my own way to enjoy the Sporty Fest currently happening in good old London Town.
It melts a mother's heart to see proud Princess Anne actually having the chance to award the Silver Medal to her own daughter, Zara. Well done Zara, with the world and half the royal families of Europe watching you!
I love that the royals came to cheer on One of Their Own.
Family support has to be key for an elite athlete.
Kate and Harry, getting in touch with the Australians.
Three cheers for all our Aussie athletes!
Naturally, I watched and enjoyed the Opening Celebration.
Loved the meadow scene at the start, and wished we could have seen it better.
Of course, seeing the athletes marching, and checking out their outfits is all part of the fun. I quite liked the Australian dark green blazers, but my fave would have to be the Ralph Lauren uniforms of the USA.
The pleated skirts were perfect, and I think preferable to the skimpy white skirts of the Aussies.
Dare I be so disloyal? Well, it is only fashion.
I think Michelle was onto it.
She wore a pretty white pleated skirt to the pre-games Buckingham Palace Reception.
The Queen always looks stunning in blue. Here she is at the swimming.
To me, this colour is so much better for her than the Apricot dress she wore for the Opening. It was a beautiful dress, but seemed to make her complexion sallow, imo.
Meanwhile, amongst all this sportingness, Kate visited the Royal Academy of Arts, in another elegant and stylish, pale grey number:
Which brings me to Portrait of Spain: Masterpieces from the Prado,
showing now at Queensland Art Gallery.
Reader, it is fabulous! If you are local, don't miss it. On until 4th November.
We are having another cold snap round here.
It has been close to zero in the mornings this week (and that is inside our house!)
Something had to give under the stress of such coldness;
last night our 18 year old electric hot-water system died, sending a stream of water running away under our house!
Mr C turned off the taps and the power, so there were no warm showers this cold and frosty morn. Oh my aching scar tissue!
Numerous phone calls to plumbers eventuated in one promise to bring a new system and install today. Fingers crossed and still hoping.
Keep warm, and may your Team of Choice win a medal!