The Cheetah Keeper and his sister (who now wishes to be referred to as The Sealion Keeper – because that’s what she wants to be when she grows up) have been inspired by the Olympics beyond my wildest imaginations. So have I – Mrs unsporty, last at everything, look at a gym and pick up an injury Me has been transported to a world of goosebumps, tears and shouting at the TV. I am proud to have been to the Ladies Football in Coventry and admit to a small merchandise purchasing spree (or six). I’m loving it and can’t wait until the Paralympics start.
The Cheetah Keeper has established himself as Sir Chris Hoy’s biggest fan – oh, and Bradley Wiggins. To the extent on the holiday trip to the barber he requested his hair was cut with Bradley Wiggins sideburns. The barber duly obliged – with a large grin.
The Cheetah Keeper also has a bit of a record as a fussy eater. I can understand his reluctance to try new foods links to his history of reflux but that’s pretty much gone now and he still stubborn when it comes to things like rice. He’s never been a great fan of milk to drink either – until now. Chris Hoy has been plastered on the side of the buses driving past work for months now – with a big milk smile. Chris Hoy drinks milk – the Cheetah Keeper drinks it now by the mug full. He’s also now prepared to eat/try any foodstuff with an Olympic/Paralympic logo on the wrapper or the Union flag on it – the boy has eaten mushrooms and our longest standing battle, potatoes, willingly. For this alone, Team GB all require a sainthood.
Oh, and it’s got him writing – out of choice.
I could go on and on – instead I’ll leave you with our Garden Triathlon – I think it says it all: