We arrived to find a track-suited Olympic welcoming committee at Heathrow - Games Makers aka volunteers - intent on showing us the way onward into London and so darn smiley with it.
For the adopted home-team we'd cheered for Gabby Douglas and marvelled at Michael Phelp's shoulders, before switching over to Team GB and succumbing to the minute detail of diving and the toned-delight of Tom Daley - in the company of a West and East Bridgford crowd (pictured). Bolt and Mo caught our attention too - we can do their poses, though without the preceding speed.
For the girls we've had a week of prosthetic-limb-fantasy-play after South Africa's Oscar Pistorius totally caught there attention and reminded them of the US Vietnam veteran we'd met with 'robot' legs. Stick-play is now crutch-play in our garden!
The closing ceremony seemed endless, but we love George Michael and Damien Hirst's spin painting beneath the Union Jack was totally great and the Spice Girl's still know how to pop!
All that remains is the gold medal soap on a rope for the shower and the Knitlympics challenge for Granny Fan. We've loved it all and after that warm-up, bring on the Para Olympics!!!PS: My mum rang her handbell at home alone at the launch of the Games c/o Martin Creed and we thought the dash of the lateral contemporary commissioning, amidst the sport was smart and fun.
