It's been one long round of visitors to the Potty house this week.
First up? The Olympic Lion Gymnastic Team, rolling and posturing round the flat as they showed off their floor exercises. Every now and again the action would be paused as they roared threateningly at the spectators, baring their teeth and waving their claws in the air. A smaller lion prowled around the edges to provide the team with a show of support, growling at will and occasionally delivering a nasty lick when least expected.
Then yesterday, Usain Bolt dropped by, gold trainers and all. Well, actually, we were forced to imagine the trainers; he had to take his shoes off for fear of slipping on the polished wood floor when he showed us how he won the 200m in record time by running 3 times round the living room super-fast, finishing up with a flourish as he threw himself, exhausted, upon the sofa to mark crossing the finish line.
Then his younger brother ran a similar race, complete with proper starting position. He was obviously a tad slower, but more than made up for this by the hug he gave the crowd at the end.
And today, the flat and the garden were full of the thunder of hooves as the horses from the show jumping event paid us a visit; leaping, prancing, and whinnying to their hearts' content as they showed us how winning a gold medal should be done. And whilst they were at it, they finished off a particularly annoying monster who had been terrorising the neighbourhood.
Frankly, this was a blessed relief as my throat was getting rather sore from all that roaring, and a girl can only take being called a monster for so long...
I must stop switching over the Olympics between programmes on C-beebies...