Deirdre's Diary: Lovely London

Published On: Aug 03 2012 10:39:43 AM HST   Updated On: Aug 03 2012 10:41:00 AM HST

My parents are from Ireland. The first time my husband visited their home he was struck by how often and how my family uses the word "lovely."

The chicken is done. "Lovely," says my dad.

Someone took the trash out. (A rarity, by the way.) "Lovely," says my mom.

"Hey mom and dad, I'm heading out to cover the 2012 Summer Olympics."

"Lovely" they say in unison.

I've been getting "lovely-d" right and left in London.

Domi and I took the Underground to Wimbledon the other day. I sat next to Lucy Crowther. She confessed she was surprised how much she's enjoying the Olympics.

"They're just (say it with me now) lovely," said Lucy. "We (meaning the Brits) were down on it given our finances but now that they're here, they're lovely."

Double lovely. That's extra points in Scrabble.

Lovely is as lovely does. And, I'd have to describe my experience in the Olympic host city as well, lovely.


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