I wonder what the lasting effect of these Games will be on all of us. I think, without a doubt, that we were all in a pretty dismal mood - financial crises throughout the world, terrible, terrible bloodshed in so many places, famine in parts of Africa, all in all a general mood of despondency had settled in before the abject misery of the very wet 'Summer' and the constant flooding in one place or another.
Now, it seems to me when watching the television coverage of the games, that a kind of Dunkirk spirit has descended into all aspects of our lives. We have become intensely patriotic, cheering on Team GB and going absolutely wild when they win, singing the National Anthem as loud as we can(what have they done to the harmonies and that interrupted cadence in the middle?) and adding up the medals as they come in, our chests bursting with pride.
The lady who drives our local Post Office van and comes to the village once a week, expressed a wish on Monday that this state of euphoria would last after the Games and carry on into the Winter, so that we go into December on a high rather than an all time low. I can only agree with that.
On a lighter note and on the subject of the Games, Carole Midgely in The Times, expressed a wish that something different from Lycra be invented before the next Olympics because (I am afraid I agree with her here) it leaves so little to the imagination. This was particularly true I thought of the Australian cycling team, when I could hardly watch them cycling because my eye was drawn to that part of the anatomy which is best left to the imagination. It might be good for aerodynamics but do spare a thought for all us ladies of a certain age who feel compelled to open our eyes wide and stare in amazement at what appears to be on offer - and clad in bright yellow too.