It's happened again - I've gone from being an Olympics avoider to a keen viewer within the space of a week.
This time of course it's the Winter Olympics. It did amuse me when the presenters, competitors etc were talking about how cold it was in Pyeongchang - I did feel like mentioning to them 'The clue's in the name, it's not called the Springtime in Paris Olympics!', but refrained, because I'd probably have moaned about how very cold it was there too.
'Super Saturday' lived up to its hype, thankfully. I watched the Women's Skeleton with my heart in my mouth. For the uninitiated - me until last week - the skeleton is the one where they lay on a tea tray and career down an icy slope, head first, like you do, using just your body to steer and your feet to brake.
Utter, utter madness, but so proud of Lizzy Yarnold and Laura Deas who were much braver than the rest of us and won Gold and Bronze for Team GB.
It did make me wonder though, how do you decide this is the discipline in which you want to specialise? I don't recall this ever being on the options list for my school's PE lessons. Even if it had been, I would have point-blank refused. The very patient Mrs Merchant had enough of a task to get me to climb the apparatus and perform forward rolls - even at that tender age I was painfully aware of my athletic limitations!
Back to South Korea though, and I'm with Mr T (not a phrase I ever thought I'd utter) - I also pity the fool that doesn't like curling! #curlingiscoolfool
What's not to like? It's gentle, a bit like bowling on ice, and it's something which we think we could all have a go at. Now that's my kind of Winter Olympic activity - just fetch me a pair of stout brogues and a Vileda supermop and I'm there!