What rain! And what gales! No wonder sales of thermal underwear have shot up by 50 per cent already this year. I live a stone’s throw from the beach and I haven’t had a dip in the sea once yet, let alone done a stint relaxing on the beach with the kids. And along at the far end of the beach, at the designated naturist section, only the most diehard nudists are sticking it out this summer.
The only thing to do in continuously foul weather like this has been to keep indoors and watch the Olympic Games. I watched as much as possible down at the local gym on the recently installed row of high definition tellies. It was marvellous. I saw the opening ceremony there, quite by accident. The gym was deserted and I was jogging on a treadmill directly in front of a screen when it came on.
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