Oh my!

It's been over a week since I last wrote. Another bout of not much going on, not willing to go online (honestly, the computer remained off for several days in a row) and having found a nice book to read. 

Of course some things did happen. I got news from the Northern Irish bus company. They sent me two trial tests that I would need to do. Now it's just a case of finding a date to do them. Apparently it is not possible to put me in a small corner of an empty office while I am staying with my sister soon, so I would have to book a flight (cost between 300 and 600 pounds) take the train and/or bus and/or taxi (all at extra costs) to do a test that will not last more than two hours. Frustration is putting it mildly.

Today was another big day. First of all: work. Nothing really special there. Then, once I was finished at 8.45 am it was time to make for the dentist. Fortunately I now know that when they say Maria they probably mean me, since they can't pronounce my proper first name. They took their x-rays, put some paste on my teeth, cleared a bit of plaque and told me I was done for another year. Brill...

Next it was the physio. A bit of creaking and pushing and pulling and a bit of current and then I was done. Cookie Car was thirsty so got a drink, I needed some more pills (as in 'the pill' against my endometriosis) and then it was off home. Because...

It was Olympic time!!!

Don't you just love it? I certainly do. I am not the most faithful of sports watchers. I don't do football or handball (a massive sport in Norway), but I do do the Olympics. And today was the opening. First country out: Greece. Nothing special. But then: Ghana! Huh?? Followed by the Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia and all of a sudden the Netherlands walked in! 

Of course the countries walk in in alphabetical order of the host nation language. Which meant some complete surprises. When the United States came out, I thought the next might be Ukraine or the United Kingdom. It turned out to be Bermuda. In bermuda shorts no less! Although nothing on the gentleman from Tonga who came in bare chested. I was freezing for him, but he didn't seem to mind much. The entrance from both Koreas at once brought a tear to my eye. 

Ah well, the Olympics have started, a provisional list has been made of the sports I definitely want to see (biathlon, of course, and the longest speed skating events). Otherwise, I will see what I can catch. And I hope I will be back a bit more. No point in having a blog if I don't blog...