Well hello! Sorry about the long pause; not sure what happened there? Oh yes, now it’s coming back to me. That little sporting event, yes that was it.
For the past 2 months I’ve been in ‘Olympic Hibernation’. In fact I could’ve won Gold for it. I’ve barely spoken to friends or family having been completely immersed in the task at hand, just like Jessica, Mo, Chris, Helen, Bradley and so on, everyone at Mecco deserves a medal for commitment and sacrifice!
And the category I’m talking about is catering. Hospitality catering to be precise at Horse Guards Parade for the oh-so-hot-ticket-in-town, the Beach Volleyball, and the equally brilliant, elegant equestrian events in Greenwich Park. Both were mighty venues hosting exciting sports. The grandstand at Greenwich soared majestically over the stunning view of practically the entire London skyline from the City landmarks of The Gherkin and the new and incredible Shard, sweeping over the skyrises of Canary Wharf and the Isle of Dogs, past the Dome or whatever it’s called these days and out, Eastwards, down-river towards the rising sun. Just beautiful.
And back at the volleyball the not-too-shabby sight of rock-hard, bikini-clad goddesses (there were short-clad gods too but I’m not sure anyone cared) was off-set by the gleaming up-lit beauty of the Household Cavalry Museum and the Old Admiralty buildings, with the London Eye twinkling in the twilight as the atmosphere built and the crowd were whipped into a frenzy of anticipation for the moonlight sessions. When I escaped from my tiny, windowless office/cupboard my daily view was of the volleyball practice courts usually glimpsed through a wall of male backs (preferable to the sight of their gawping, drooling faces!)
After the longest year of planning and meetings and spreadsheets and red-tape-bureaucracy-gone-mad-form-filling that felt like it would never end, we finally made it on site, tired, stressed and anxious; but as the mountain of teething problems eventually began to subside somehow this monster, this thing so much bigger than the sum of its parts started to take over. It became infectious and as it turned out, no-one was immune. The medals began to notch up and the excitement of our guests crescendoed, the staff relaxed and I finally felt a part of the moment, and what a moment it was. Wow… This is actually happening. We’re here and all is going well, everyone is safe, it is exciting, electric, amazing, awesome, and above all, so so so very HAPPY!
I’m not sure I’m supposed to post these pictures due to one of the billions of rules the organising committee created. To quote Usain Bolt on not being allowed to take his skipping rope into the athletes village “there are a lot of rules, oh my God. You can’t do anything. It is just very small rules that don’t make any sense to me”. I quite agree so sod it, I want to show them to you!
And now I’m back in the land of the living, sitting in my sunny and de-spider-webbed kitchen that is soon to be home to a new member of the clan. I’m getting a puppy. She’s called Bo and in light of the timing, I’m going to keep that name but add an extra bit – Farah. She’s moving in with us in September and I can’t wait, the Olympic legacy will live on in our gorgeous, golden Bo Farah.