Well, I have to say, I was won over by the Olympic opening ceremony. Some of it was still... well, didn't quite hit the mark. Other bits were pure genius.
I hear that some station in the USA broadcast it. I don't actually have words for the fact they cut the moments of remembrance for those in the stadium who had lost someone, and the victims of the 7/7 attacks.
For those who don't know/remember, it was announced London had been awarded the Games on 6/7. A day of elation, and not even 24 hours later some people tried to bring the city to its knees. And failed. But they did kill 52 people, and themselves. And they did injure hundreds of others, and change even more lives for ever.
To cut that moment out of the ceremony, and replace it with an athlete who could have been interviewed any time... well, it beggars belief.
Between Mitt Romney and that, the UK press isn't very well disposed to the US right now.
Anyway...well, I was going to say on to happier things, but I don't suppose it is, really.
That's a picture of part of the cemetery that Steve's buried in. It's very peaceful, very overgrown, full of wildlife. He'd have appreciated it. I cleaned up his grave a little, but he wouldn't have wanted people to meddle with nature. So we left some flowers, and sat nearby, and talked. And John was fantastic and incredibly kind to listen to me.
Today I was on duty in central London. In uniform. General organisation of officers, searches, snipers, ready to act if anything happened.... yeah, all right, it was mainly giving tourists directions and answering questions about the queen.
Then John and the boys came to find me right at the end of the shift - I think John just wanted to see my uniform again, personally. But they brought me coffee, and, given I seem to keep failing to sleep, that was a very good thing.
And now I'm off for three days! Freedom! Lie ins!...oh, wait...well, on-call and only have to get up when Sherlock does, anyway ;)