Wed 1 March - Two weeks today...

Two weeks until the Games start. Two weeks to finalise my coping strategy for the chaos that everybody now acknowledges will happen during that period. The chaos that Bracks, Batchelor and Sir Topham have strenuously denied over the last few years. I'm sure it'll be fun really...!

The 07:14 just scrapes in this morning.

Once again minimal aircon this evening - and the 17:49 is jam packed... At about 17:45 we have monitors showing the 17:49 to Sandy is next. At 17:46 they've gone strangely blank. Uh oh, this can't be good. The clocks roll through 17:49, no train, no monitor display, no announcement. Why don't you tell us what's happening? At 17:52 they announce that the train is six to seven minutes late. Why didn't they tell us that earlier? They must have known. At 17:57 it rolls in, that's eight minutes late and we still have to pile in. We arrive at Ripponlea nine minutes late, hot and sweaty. Gee, I hope our interstate and overseas visitors are a tolerant bunch!