Well the day began early, Olympics on the TV and my sudden and rather odd appreciation of the interesting and superb Olympic sport of the ladies beach volleyball. Female gladiators of the sand no less.
The athleticism, determination and skill levels of this new sport caused me to watch for a lot longer than I had realised. I was hooked. Once I had got to grips with the rules (yes there are rules……..apparently) it was totally watchable stuff. I had progressed from the Baywatch with the sound turned down mode, to appreciating that these ladies are not only very fit, but also very talented and skillful, in fact much more so than I had first realised.
This tempered by frustration at some of the boxing judges who seem to have little idea of what a scoring punch consists of. David Price blasted knows what a good punch is and so does his last opponent, the world No 1 Islam Timurziev. Enough of that, back to the volleyball.
Now take the gorgeous Talita. She was part of the team that put Greece to bed. I noticed, care of the commentators, that it even started to rain. Surely this would make the sand stick to them. This could now be my viewing sport of choice.
So the day then moved from good to bad, with having to catch up on some paperwork, get it out of the way before some well earned time off. The van became my office and I took a break in the normally poor weather to catch up, a stunning view through the windscreen and before you know it, I had to start writing. At least had some scenery to write by. The van is my office, is my view of the world. A spot of lunch and my van doubles as my restaurant. A stroll with my lad to take in the air and back to base.
This is the time of year that sets me thinking, always. Its that time of year when my mind returns to dark times, to sad things. To 90 minutes worth of things. No time at all if your side is 3-0 up but an eternity of torment if your side is 3-0 down. 90 minutes was a long time.
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