At this very moment while I'm writing this post, I'm a little bit irritated. OK, I'm a lot irritated. Also I am annoyed at myself FOR being irritated because I think I'm being silly.

Hang in there with me, this is going somewhere.

All in all these are exciting times in my world. After all our moaning and complaining and worrying, the Olympics have landed on our doorstep and really it is worth the hype. I'm very proud to live in the host city, I'm proud that so far there have been no nasty debacles and it's nice to have all sorts of languages and visitors on the Tube chattering away excitedly in different languages and asking you questions ranging from how to catch a particular train to wondering where I got my nails done.

The opening ceremony was gripping funny and emotional. I do think that without a good commentator a lot of people would have been confused about some of the imagery but it was wonderful. When The Queen turned around in the Bond clip, you could hearing screaming up and down my street (hahahahaha) and Mr Bean (Rowan Atkinson) was comedic genius. Between Abide with Me with Emile Sande, Beckham in the speedboat, the history of music with the dance sequences, the hot male athletes that all seem to live in the Caribbean and the lighting of the Olympic Torch, I was gripped for 4 hours.

So I should be enjoying Olympic fever, right?

I've also met someone who for the first time in a very long time ticks all the boxes. You would be amazed, how hard it is to find a smart, decent young Nigerian man in this London (who is single, the married ones who want you as the side girl are plenty). It is early days yet, but we cool.

I should be enjoying right?

Can you see why I'm annoyed at myself?

I just feel tired and that is making me feel very removed from everything. After a few horrid months at work, I had one week off, then promptly fell ill with Laryngitis and fever. The doc wouldn't give me any antibiotics and said I should just let it pass through my body! WTH? So I had another week off with that and guilt has made me go back to work but I still feel awful, achy and tired. The cough won't leave me alone either. So I don't know if that is what is just irritating me. I feel very unwell. If anyone has any hints and tips that could help me get my body back, I would be very grateful, so I can go back to enjoying my Olympics/my dates and not be such a grumpy knickers!

PS Recent events have made me realised that my blog is not very anonymous at all, so I'm going to go back to basics with a few changes to get a bit of the privacy back. I'll keep you posted.

Stay delightful xxx