In which Demi has olympics fever.

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It should be said that I'm not exactly what one would call 'sporty'. I enjoyed horse-riding for a number of years during high school, and on holiday I love to swim and ski. I'll watch the football, if Liverpool or England are playing. PE lessons in high school were mostly enjoyable, always irrelevant. But that's about it. My laziness inhibits much more than that, and a half-hearted use of a Davina McCall DVD to stay in shape (thank god for a decent metabolism).

All things considered, I shouldn't be anywhere near as enthralled by the olympics as I am. Today for example, I sat and watched pretty much anything I could. Not just my favourites, the swimming and gymnastics. Fencing, basketball, beach volleyball, hockey, cycling, football, archery, canoeing, sailing, table tennis, regular tennis, badminton. I watched a bit of all of them. And maybe, in the cases of fencing, basketball and beach volleyball, it was an effort to investigate these sports I'd never watched. But I'm pretty sure it was my sheer awe at these incredible specimens of humanity, who have trained and sweated and lived and breathed for London 2012.

It's not even an over-developed sense of patriotism; while I'm excited by the fact we're the host nation, it's not the reason I'm watching it. I am, however, enjoying the fact that we have full access to all the sports through the BBC coverage, and don't have to worry about the time difference, rather than just relying on highlights.

This is exciting. The greatest athletes in the world are gathered on our doorstep, and I don't want to miss a minute of it. Unfortunately I'll have to, as we fly to Italy for a week on Friday. Hope my Sky+ is up for the challenge.

More life catch-up later this week. xo.