Jamie tried on his special Olympic hat this morning and wasn't especially impressed.
And his reaction to the news that our trip to that London is a mere seven sleeps away can best be described as "Northern."
And I quote: "I've seen London on TV and don't like it so I'm NOT GOING!"
To borrow a phrase from Twenty Twelve, that's all good.
Meanwhile, and unlike curmudgeonly BBC news reporters across the land, my Olympic enthusiasm cup is almost brimming over.
Later today Wee John and I are due to head across the Pennines to Old Trafford to watch Great Britain (& Northern Ireland)'s men take on Senegal in the Olympic football tournament. And we're staying over afterwards, just to make sure we don't miss anything - such as the extended pub opening hours.
A full report and pictures will miraculously appear here tomorrow. Alternatively, you can watch the match live on BBC1 or buy a newspaper first thing in the morning. It's entirely up to you.
