Now, with the media all trying to get us interested in a series of events where some people train themselves obsessively to become fractionally better than some other equally-obsessive people at running fast, or running a long way or jumping, or throwing things and various other ways of passing time, it is hard to get yourself to care one way or another about it all.
At least, it was all rather dull until she suggested it could be interesting to smear the cream cakes over her naked body for me to lick off, rather than eating them in the conventional manner….
Which was all well and good, and certainly brightened up one of the more mundane of our Tuesdays.
Well, it was, until some killjoy in the Sea-View Tea Rooms complained and the waitress made us both get dressed again and leave.
Admittedly, that did put a damper on events, until later when she suggested a stroll up to the cliff top overlooking the bay. Initially, it was an idea that didn’t enthral me that much, until she whispered in my ear that she still had a fresh cream chocolate éclair left over from the tea room incident.
There are times, though, when it would be interesting to differentiate precisely when a brisk stroll towards a nearby cliff top turns into a run, and would no doubt fascinate those who define such matters for the Olympics and other related events. However, such a quibble was far from both our minds as I chased after her as she sped up towards the top of the headland, discarding her clothes as she ran.