The pictures are, frankly, nauseatingly middle class. I am loath to bang on the class drum again (as I feel the Middletons have had enough of all that in the past) but she hasn't helped herself here at all.
As someone covering the Olympics, nothing could be more boring than everything going so well that Boris Johnson being stuck on a zip-line managed to make the front pages as some kind of massive cock-up.
So what does the Olympics mean to me and my friends? In a word absolutely nothing, except extreme inconvenience, loss of income and a complete lack of interest in anything to do with promoting the insufferable Sebastian Coe's career on the world stage.