Strangely, until Friday evening, until I’d nestled on the sofa with a Tescos meal deal, until I’d nudged on the 3D goggles, I hadn’t found myself swept along the rolling waves of Olympic fever currently crashing over our nation. I hadn’t even paid much thought to the torch weaving its way from county to country and around the London Eye. I certainly had no idea about the pre-event concerts and three minute bell tolling until they’d passed and were front page news.

As I said, until Friday evening … until I watched the opening ceremony of the Olympic games.

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