Now, I am not a sporty person at all, either as a spectator or (God forbid) a competitor. Nosiree, no way. I would rather watch paint dry! Except every 4 years when the Olympics comes around. For some reason I go absolutely mad over the Olympics. I love it and can't get enough.
The other night my husband and I were sitting having a nice quiet drink in a bar watching some of the Olympics on the big screen when swimming came on. Women's breaststroke no less.
Hmm, breast stroke. I think I'm quite good at that said my husband
Gold medal performance you reckon? I replied
My husband absolutely hates the water. I don't think he was talking about swimming!