I suppose I ought to be getting excited now that an Olympic Torch is coming through my area, but I'm not. I call it an Olympic Torch, because apparently there is more than one ;o) there are 8,000 to be precise. They each have 8,000 perforated holes in them and they will be carried by 8,000 torch bearers on a journey throughout the UK.
If anyone wants to buy a second hand torch, they have all been used ha ha, there are quite a few for sale on ebay. They will set you back several thousand pounds however, if you have money to burn. Maybe an heirloom to be passed down to younger members of the family. I think in years to come as some of them find their way into charity shops and car boot sales, it might pay off to keep one in pristine condition in the hope that it will become a valuable asset when there is no longer any cash in the pension pot, ha ha.
Our local newspaper has done a big feature about this once in a lifetime event passing through on Tuesday and Wednesday, and urges us all to 'celebrate the arrival of the flame'. The essential guide suggests we get there early, preferably travelling by bicycle or foot as the roads will be congested, and advises of the best points to position oneself to get the best view.
Apparently Olympic fever is spreading through North Lincolnshire as we all gear up to welcome the torch relay. Businesses along the route are hoping for a boost in trade as it passes. The Bridal Shop proprietor said it will be a great advert for them, and the hairdressers said they will support the torch, and have cancelled appointments so they can watch it pass by. Oh well, best nip in and get a haircut then, that's after I have bought my wedding dress :o))
Lots of school kids will have fun with a few hours off to go and watch it. Fair enough, they have many more years than me to live, and it's good that they should be building memories and have something to look back on in years to come. I can vaguely remember waving a flag at the new Queen Elizabeth, as she passed by the crowds lining the streets where I lived. I can't see me sitting in my care home remembering the day the Olympic Torch came to town.
My goodness I am sounding like a grump, but I genuinely can't find any enthusiasm for the torch, or the Olympics. I have never been a sporty person, I hated having to take part in sports of any kind at school, and I have never been very competitive. Maybe I'll get a little more excited over the weekend, but maybe I won't, and if the weather is nice I will bog off somewhere and miss it all. Toodle pip.
P.S. Sorry I haven't put a picture of a torch here, but I can't be bothered.