Mum, Dad & I watched the opening ceremony of The Olympics. I will admit I wasn't going to, but got drawn into it. Mum & Dad were very sleepy, but also wanted to stay to the end. As a great friend pointed out, it is events like that you remember over the years! The show was "different, and some of the history confused me, as a Brit, so I do wonder how the rest of the world coped. I also realised that there are a lot of countries around that I have never even heard of!
I did enjoy the lighting of the cauldron. Old Olympiads passing the torch to the new, who lit 6 of the 204 "petals" that each country had come in with. I did think that the concept did try to capture some of the reason that even people like me watch some of the games over the 4 weeks.
Poor Jiffy, though. As M&D go to bed about 10.30 normally, he got very fed up and kept coming and looking at us all. The following morning, I stripped my bed, and before I could tidy and re-make ... up he got, and slept a bit more.
Life is just tooooooooo tough for Jiffy.