Go Don Go

Busy day.

Mr B was up and out in his habitually swift and efficient manner at 4.30am. The rest of us lingered a little longer in bed...

But eventually we were up and out on the road to the Olympic Park, with a game of Tower Bridge on the Tube proving that riding really does give you strong thighs.

After fortifying ourselves with Westfield pretzels, we first headed to the swimming place - which was very impressive indeed. The temptation of the 28 degree training pool was strong... But instead we pressed on to the chillier but, turns out, equally damp experience of the fountains. TallGirl came quite convincingly last in the 'staying dry' contest and so, whilst the others headed as planned to the adventure playground, she and I headed back to Westfield for a new outfit.

Lunch followed, with more playing in the fab playground (if Game of Thrones made adventure playgrounds....) and then on to explore the velodrome. Here we were lucky enough to meet the son and very glamorous wife of the lead cyclist here - Don. He is 84, was on the 1952 Olympic cycling team and was London champion for 11 years. He was also the man responsible for the opening titles in Dad's Army. His son said this was his claim to fame. Oh to be on an Olympic team and yet have a stronger claim to fame.... Anyway, Don still cycles every day and was fair whipping round the bends here. Long may he pedal on!

After that brush with fame, we pushed on to the Tate Modern to see the Matisse exhibition. Time and entrance fees meant that we actually made it no further than the shop, but it was nonetheless a very worthwhile trip. A stroll to Blackfriars, then off to have a fab pizza (topped with roast potatoes) on the Kings Road and home for an extravagantly fine Monday night red wine and some relaxing telly.

I'll sleep well tonight.