So, not long until the Official Opening of the Olympic Games 2012.
For the most part I'm not that fussed about it...costs so much, security scaremongering, etc etc. But this morning I was fully swept up by The Big Bong. Now, I thought it was just a joke on the wonderful BBC programme Twenty Twelve. But, no, it was for real! At 12 minutes past 8 this morning we were asked to ring a bell, any bell, for 3 minutes. So I, of course, used one of my trusty cowbells! I may not be interested in the Olympics but I am a total sucker for the Winter Olympics - ice hockey, skiing, ice skating and the like. Love it!
Meanwhile, Mr B and his trusty camcorder wandered down to our village church and was invited to ring one of the church bells!
In fact, as I type this, this evening, I am a 'bell ringing widow' as Friday night is bell ringing night and I think he's hooked!
