So, turns out I conformed to stereotype once again last night, jumping to a pessimistic conclusion that I hadn't 'won' any Olympic tickets when there was still a full hour for the money to leave my account.
Admittedly, it wasn't so much negativity as a general inability to grasp basic tenets of timing - something I excelled at in New York, whether dragging everyone out of bed to get to a pub at 9am on a Saturday morning to watch my team play rugby (the game was actually on Sunday), or planning our entire trip around a Monday evening return flight to London (only when I went to check in online on Monday morning did I discover we had a 'free' extra day in the Big Apple...).
Yep, when my weekly text message from my bank arrived this morning, it confirmed that I have in fact been successful in my application for 25% of the tickets I applied for. I can't work out if this is a decent return or not - I had tried to offset the fact I was only going for the cheapest tickets by choosing events I figured wouldn't be as popular as others. I'm just happy to have any.
So it is, I wait with baited breath to find out where & when we will grab our own little slice of Olympic magic. The opening ceremony's out, due to the amount debited from the account; that leaves Men's Handball, Women's Volleyball (both Polish specialities apparently, in the notable absence of Ski Jumping from the summer programme), or - dare I dream - an entire morning in the Olympic Stadium itself, watching the opening heats of the Men's 100m. Bring on the confirmation on the 24th of June so I can start reading up on the rules of Handball.
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