So this post may be a day late and a dollar short, but please indulge me for a minute. Last week Thursday I woke up in the pissiest of moods and for the life of me I couldn’t work out why. Now don’t get me wrong, getting up at 5.45am will never be anything to shuffle and jive about, but this particular morning I felt more ratty than usual. It was only when I caught sight of the solemn expressions on the faces of my fellow commuters on the tube that the penny dropped – OLYMPIC FEVER WAS ALMOST OVER! Arrrggh!! Now what was I going to do?