Wanted to have a wonder through Hyde Park today but then realised that I'd have to cross the cycling road race route at some point and that just seemed more trouble than it was worth. But then the start of a series of very sharp downpours cut short my wanderings anyway and had me scampering off to the cinema. Not before I'd felt the intimidating presence of a group of soldiers who were manning an official Olympic blockade - it wasn't quite a blockade but they got to say who went in and who didn't.
This was at St James' Square where I was docking and coupled with a helicopter buzzing overhead and not many people being around it felt a little, well, spooky and disaster movie-esque.
Not for long as I headed onto Piccadilly where there were gaggles of foreign tourists and Olympic officials in their uniforms. Still don't think getting a different artist to paint each of the Olympic mascots into a different theme makes them look any less sinister and weird looking though. Can you name them?
Was amusing seeing how inventive the retailers are being with their Olympic themed window displays so as to avoid the wrath of the brand police - think gold, silver and bronze wellies is one of my favourites. Lots of Union Jack style displays.
Have spent rather more time than I imagined watching sports I know nothing about or usually have interest in - it's amazing how mesmerising the men's road race, sans sound, on the screen at Whole Foods can be over a spot of luncheon.
Dodging yet another down pour I jumped on a Boris bike home enjoying the fairly deserted official Olympic Route Network down Whitehall and Millbank - great to hear the roar of the crowd coming from the beach volleyball venue just the otherside of Horse Guards as I passed though. And that infernal helicopter.