Day 257: Taking the Cake

I cannot escape from sport at the moment. Work takes me to The Stoop - the Twickenham home of Harlequins. I thought rugby stopped in the summer. Maybe games do, but training certainly doesn't. The pitch is swarming with shouty meat. I have no idea what they are shouting, or what they are doing, but it's incredibly impressive to see so many physically fit human beings in one space. These people are in a different league. And those in the Olympics a league beyond that.

Back home, I walk through town amid normal mortals. It's Friday afternoon, and as I pass the cupcake shop (yes, really), people are queuing up to be served.

Cause and effect.