Watching the women's marathon, running a circular 8 mile route round Buckingham Palace, past the London Eye, down an underpass, round the twisty streets in the really old part of the city, St Paul's Cathedral, the bells are ringing (think of the nursery rhyme words: "Oranges & Lemons"), the Tower of London and the Monument (This looks like it has a re-gilded top & very smart. It's a memorial to the Great Fire of London in 1666 which started in a bakery in "Pudding Lane", close by. Any Londoner who hasn't climbed the worn spiral stone steps to the top is a fraud...can't remember the exact no. but it's a *** lot, with no lift!)
The whole event seems much more relaxed than the usual elite section of the annual London marathon--lots of banter from the commentators. And one of the women has her hanky tucked into her knickers...that's something I've always wondered about. With those almost-dressed sort of clothes, there's nowhere to keep all your stuff, is there? Eg spare lippy..., pennies for the loo...