Did you watch any of the Olympics? I did. Possibly more than was healthy but at least it is only once every four years. I loved watching so many people all trying their hardest to achieve their dreams. I empathised, cheered, sympathised and celebrated. Though I watched mostly on my own it didn’t stop me from expressing my excitement at performances such as Andy Murray’s gold, Mo Farah’s double double or the Brownlee brother’s destruction of the rest of the triathlon field. The main thing that surprised me, however, was that I wasn’t that surprised. I admit that I did not expect the UK to come second overall in the medal table but I wasn’t surprised that we did well.
Some years ago a test pilot was flying a new model of jet. At one point in the flight he heard an unusual, non-mechanical sound. He looked down at where the sound was coming from to see a rat gnawing through one of the cables. He realised that this was not good. He could not deal directly with the intruder himself as he was engaged in flying the plane. If he aimed to return to his airstrip he was fairly certain that the rat would finish its task first, probably with catastrophic results. His only option was to deprive the rat of what it most needed; oxygen.