Currently the smell of the BBQ glowing in the garden fills the air. That moment after everything has been eaten in a wild rush of hunger and all quiet descends, until it is broken by the shrill cry to tidy up. The killer of joy: cleaning. Robots still haven’t been invented yet, which is why some of my poor friends have to suffer through every Saturday cleaning their house. Of course I have to as well, although I try to maintain a level of cleanliness at all times as I am not a fan of intense cleaning.
It was only on the walk back to the car that my political mind kicked in after reading the declarations about the achievements of the Olympic complex that we visited today. When I first started college, my tutor gave us the task of writing about the benefits the Olympics have given to you and your area. Back then, I stubbornly argued that it hadn’t brought any real tangible benefits to me personally and my opinion hasn’t changed since. This doesn’t mean I dislike the Olympics; just that many of the perceived benefits are not actually true. If it was the magical injection into the economy that it is regarded to be, then Greece would not have fallen but that topic is reserved for another post.
So today has been quite a nice day and it made me almost forget I have exams coming up in June. After much mayhem and a failed attempt for the family to wake up early, we eventually left the house at the extremely early hour of quarter to three in the afternoon, which of course was the expected time to leave and to expect any earlier would have been sheer folly.
The Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park is quite a nice place to walk around and enjoy on a hot and sunny day. Today however, it was sunny with patches of warmth so the cardigans stayed on except when the sun’s rays warmed me enough that I shrugged mine off and tied it around my waist. Yes perhaps an extremely old-fashioned look reserved for the very young but who cares?
There were hundreds of people about and we walked happily around the area and explored the rock climbing wall which upon accomplishing, I unsuccessfully attempted to tackle another grey rock climbing monument and grazed my hand, endangering my cool look especially as I looked back at it and saw a person bound up it. Yes, not as agile as I imagine myself to be. However, I managed to play a prank on my little brother! There were water spouts which we were playing with and taking photos next to so I took his hat and unbeknown to him, soaked it and casually placed it back on his head! Amazing!
Now I am sprawled upon the sofa as I tap away on my phone after a great day spent with the family, hopefully my cousin comes to visit soon so I can play with his one year old son. That would be the marshmallow after the BBQ, well round two as marshmallows have already been eaten.
Until next time</span
A Worried- Yet Happy-Student