This afternoon I, foolishly, drove into town just as the Olympic Torch Relay passed through. I'd forgotten all about it and, in the sweaty heat and humidity of our damp un-summer, I started to fume. Then, once the buses and the police motorcyclists had passed and the traffic again began to inch through the streets, came the people: hundreds of people, old and young, with bright smiles and Union Jacks, with dogs wagging tails and mouths telling tales of a once-in-a-lifetime event.
(All of them, incidentally, held together by the Higgs boson. Or so it seems.)
Our simple, grubby little town wore a smile today. And I thought to myself, what a wonderful world.