tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post6525054239704244497..comments2024-03-29T09:08:05.850+00:00Comments on THE SMALL THINGS: In which I teeter right up to the brink of sentimentality; or, the Olympic horses make me cryTania Kindersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-81728322718808197812012-08-10T14:20:33.942+01:002012-08-10T14:20:33.942+01:00Well, if you're silly for crying over horses, ...Well, if you're silly for crying over horses, then I'm twice as silly, because I apparently cry when people write about crying over horses.Marchelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201825708442679157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-32715779372839741732012-08-09T16:59:25.534+01:002012-08-09T16:59:25.534+01:00...on the other hand my 4 year old nephew, ciarán,......on the other hand my 4 year old nephew, ciarán, changes his mind about what he wants to be with every event he sees, he is totally gripped by the olympics. today it's a toss up between horses and boxing, am hoping for horses!angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05974280891092440220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-90642785125397928612012-08-09T13:49:07.116+01:002012-08-09T13:49:07.116+01:00I think my tear ducts must've dried up, as I h...I think my tear ducts must've dried up, as I haven't squeezed out a single drop for any of these Olympics. The Husband agrees that once upon a time he also got frightfully excited - raised pulse, jumping up and down etc - at sll the Olympic brouhaha and exceptional performances, back when he was in his teens and twenties. We are both in our mid-fifties now. Have we just been round the Olympic block too many times? The first one I remember is Tokyo 1964. Hell, that's almost half a century. We aren't cynical, or jaded, we are just, well, quite uniform in our emotional response. It's oh, that's nice, what's for dinner? chez Goldenoldenlady. Sorry if that makes us seem grouchy or grumpy. I think we are more boring and bland. Not indifferent, just not overwhelmed.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13702475308562601190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-16775394663357037302012-08-09T11:22:10.966+01:002012-08-09T11:22:10.966+01:00Agree, gorgeous colours, faces and words. thank yo...Agree, gorgeous colours, faces and words. thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-18005274846303424702012-08-08T23:46:50.227+01:002012-08-08T23:46:50.227+01:00There were tears here too when Steve Guerdat hugge...There were tears here too when Steve Guerdat hugged his horse. Actual hicupping tears for a magic moment. <br /><br />Gorgeous colours in your pictures. And gorgeous faces xEmnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-41321929698125878402012-08-08T19:12:34.344+01:002012-08-08T19:12:34.344+01:00That was just so perfect when Steve Guerdat threw ...That was just so perfect when Steve Guerdat threw his arms around his horse's neck. Made me cry too. And was it not lovely the way Nino des Buissonnets stood so much of the time with head up, ears pricked, eyes seemingly so fascinated by the crowd? Calm as he could be, but looking around as if to say, "Well, this is kind of fun, isn't it? What are all these people so crazy over?"<br /><br />Would like to have seen the Brits win, but in retrospect, it turned out just fine (although I'd love to have seen Cian O'Connor get the silver instead of the bronze). But that's a small point. Coming home with an Olympic medal of whatever color is pretty damn special.<br /><br />On to dressage tomorrow . . .<br /><br />BirdAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com