Jubilant scenes

Woohoo! Friday time again... at last. The weekend is almost here, and I'm skiving in work writing this. I've just had The Friday Scone with my tea after lunch. It's a tradition. We all chip in three pounds, once every eight weeks or so, and get The Friday Scone at the end of each week. Whoever's paying on that week, jumps into the office at nine o'clock on the friday morning and lifting their arms into the air shouts wildly, "The Scones are on me!". We reply by all cheering happily and run up, hoist the person up on to our shoulders and carry them to their seat in the office applauding. Or that's how it should be!
Not unlike a scene from Edinburgh from during the week, when Chris Hoy and his fellow Scottish athletes came home from the Olympics. Even though they done brilliantly in getting their golds, silvers and bronzes I bet the athletes are feeling more jubilant at the fact they've come back victorious when the British really didn't expect too much. The athletes went over to Beijing with the majority of British folk not really giving two hoots and came back with riotous crowds, medals weighing them down and MBEs. That'll maybe teach the British population to pay more attention next time instead of suddenly appreciating the Olympic Games, and our athletes, when things start going our way.