Just In Time - It's Summer!

Olympics Count Down in Trafalgar Square

The Great British Summer all the advertising has been talking about has finally arrived.

Well, I guess we can't be sure it's 'great' yet, but it's started.  It was sort of here yesterday, but today there is no doubt.  It's Summer beautiful - not a cloud in the sky and warm, very warm.  And, it's supposed to last until Friday!

Yeah, I know, that doesn't seem to be anything to get excited about, but hey, this is the longest hot dry spell we've had since late May.   June was the wettest on record and July was heading that way until today.

To celebrate arrival of The Great British Summer, I went on a long walk through town after my torture session at the gym this morning - yep back to a trainer and it's Mr Way Fit.  I wanted to pick up our Eurostar tickets for Paris next month.  So, it was off to St Pancras International Station and then a walk back home before my legs ceased up.  Mr Way Fit IS definitely trying to kill me.  For three days after the first session last week, standing up hurt, sitting down hurt, walking hurt, breathing hurt, basically if I moved it hurt!

Anyway, the walk in the sunshine was quite enjoyable.  I notice quite the buzz developing around town with the London 2012 Olympics only four days way.   There were people everywhere and most weren't speaking with British accents or even speaking English for that matter.  Cops were everywhere and they were being put to good use.  I literally saw four instances of cops holding maps that had been handed to them by tourists and London's finest were pointing out the way to this or that in baby English.  These weren't the cops carrying the rifles or machine guns or what ever those big guns are that you see wandering the streets these days.  Those cops were not surprisingly being given a wide berth.

OK. So, I Cheated Once.

It happened kind of suddenly.  I didn't make the approach.  He did.  I was at the gym last week and I saw him watching me.  He didn't say anything, while I was working out.  But, later, as I was leaving,  he said, "Hello."   I had had an earlier approach by email from another guy at the gym, but I didn't respond.  It is easier to say "no" when the proposition comes in an email.  However, a face to face encounter is more difficult to ignore.

Besides, he seemed quite nice - tall, dark and handsome with the appropriate mysterious accent.  It's not British.  I'm guessing something East and South.  We talked a little and then arranged to meet this morning.  He wanted my mobile number, but, of course, I don't know it.  So, I took his and said I'd text him later.  I'm sure he thought I was lying, but I did and things were set.

So, after Rob left for work this morning, I showered, got dressed and headed out to meet up.  It's been a couple of months.  So, you know, it was kind of time, but I wasn't sure I was ready.  I was somewhat nervous.