Mrs Smith's further Olympic blog

We cheered for everyone regardless of nationality, especially those who came last including a poor Saudi Arabian girl who had to run in almost full burka she was so well covered; no wonder she lost by miles.  We cheered the pants off anyone British and they all did terribly well.  We were only watching the qualifying heats so I am now excited to see who wins the real thing.  Go Mo, Go Mo.

After the races there was a difference of opinion on what to do next.  Mr Smith put on his Poo Face and wanted to go home whilst the boys and I wanted to frolic around the park looking at the gardens and other spectacles.  Mr Smith was oh so grumpy and behaved like a cross 4 year old.  We ignored him and went on an adventure.  We were happy because we had got some sarnies and drinks during the races but Sulky Smith just sat there refusing all offers of sustenance so his bad mood was probably fuelled by hunger.

We walked miles and miles and felt quite exhausted after our grand Olympic Adventure. When we got home Mr Smith felt sorry for his strop and took us all out for a delicious curry.  We thanked him for our Olympic Day out and I mended his shower in appreciation. 

At the velodrome where Mr Smith cheered up a bit

Troops being deployed to sit in the best seats

Oh that lovely boat, I wasn't expecting to see that

There were lots of these!