I never thought of myself as a moody person. But just re-reading last nights post in my blogger blog has made me wonder.
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Earlier this morning, as I was finishing my marathon pile of ironing, I watched Paul Goodison collect his sailing gold. Afterwards, as they played our national anthem and he stood there with his hand on his heart and his face shining with pride and joy, I really choked up.
I just can’t imagine how it would feel to be standing there in the eyes of the world, knowing that patriotic melody is booming out just because of me. Of course, that must apply to all the medal winners but it really hit me this morning.
Perhaps that was because my mindless activity was allowing me to really think about what I was seeing. I haven’t been able to sit and watch while relaxed at all. Oh dear, there I go again. I’ll change the subject.
One of my current writing projects is about the horses in Minorca. Here’s a sneak preview – a pic of King Juan Carlos of Spain’s beautiful grey sporting Pegasus wings after an equestrian show we went to see. Unfortunately, the people would get in the way so I couldn’t get a clear enough view.
