The Torch visits East Cowes - London 2012

I am not really that fussed about the Olympic games - like everything else, it is not like it used to be. When the focus was on track and field and you had such names as Sebastian Coe, Daley Thompson, Michael Johnson, Carl Lewis, Florence Griffith-Joyner etc - well those were the days when I religiously watched.

Nowadays you have to endure sports like sailing, beach volleyball, football and all that nonsense which bores the heck out of me. There are no BIG superstar names anymore (at least not to me, I could not name you the 100 mtrs record holder male or female right now, whereas years ago I would have been able to rattle them all off without problems).

But enough with the rambling, what was a little bit exciting was the fact that the Olympic Flame would be passing right outside our flat on Saturday. As the access to our flat is elevated we did not have to mingle with the crowds and with my super zoom lens I got a few good shots of the last runner before the Flame left on the ferry to the mainland.

It was even more exciting to see that it was {Dame Ellen MacArthur} who carried the Flame on the last stretch - how fitting for both, the Flame and her!

Other than watching the Flame pass by I had an eventful weekend, with more walks than before and the feeling that my recovery is going really well and to plan.

This coming Friday I will get the results of my post op blood test and have to go for an ECG and blood pressure test again. Then I can finally discuss with my GP the possible lifestyle change following the induced menopause.

Currently I do get the hut flushes, but they are not that severe and if I can counteract those with herbal remedies rather than HRT, that would be much preferred.

If everything goes as planned I should be back at work in two weeks from now.

Believe it or not but I am going to miss daytime television....