thank goodness it’s all over.
All that Olympic and Paralympics business, another day of it might have been too much to take.
We’ve had a month of hardly anything but Brit so-and-so’s ‘going for gold’ in a ‘head to head’ with another so-and-so from somewhere else.
Now we can get back to being sulky about football, blase about cricket and indifferent to all other sports.
Maybe, but I have nothing against the sport, only admiration for the competitors - able-bodied and otherwise - and reverence for the organisers, volunteers and backroom staff.
The action has been breathtaking, the personal stories of triumph over adversity astonishing and the TV pictures immaculate.
Has anyone with a heart had tears of pride and joy in their eyes more often in a month than we have had in the last 30 days?
It’s the commentators that make the end of London 2012 a blessed relief.
No more Nicky Campbell and George Riley going on every morning on Radio Five Live how lucky they are to be having the best fortnight of their lives at the Olympic Stadium.
How they will miss it, the poor lambs, when they have to go back to their day jobs.
“How will we manage, without our daily Olympic fix,” they wail in self-mocking unison that actually isn’t all that self-mocking.
They have been wallowing in syrupy Olympic sentiment for a month while the rest of us listen to their early-morning reflected glory as we sit in traffic every day to come to work.
With my bitterness out of the way it’s also fair to say that London 2012 has been an unimagined success. A month ago who could have envisaged 12 million Brits tuning in to watch disabled athletes competing against each other in front of 82,000 people every day?
Swimmers and cyclists battling it out amid even more hyserical crowds than greeted their able-bodied counterparts?
Astonishing, uplifting and a great leap forward for humanity.
It’s not so long ago - the 1960s - that disabled people were thought by many in society to be best kept out of sight.
Now we have posters of paraplegic heroes plastered on kids walls all over the world.
Cerebral palsy sufferers used to be pitied and patronised.
Now we have their pictures on stamps.
There has been such empahasis on ‘Olympic Legacy’ throughout that the brilliant spoof ‘documentary’, 2012, has at times appeared less of a ‘Jubilympics’ send-up than the real thing.
But the country has actually changed.
We knew Britain could put on a good show - we had a dress rehearsal in June with the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee - we knew we were decent at sport, ready for a big event and cheering on our own has never been an issue.
But who knew how whole-heartedly we would embrace all competitors in both sets of games?
Who knew that our island tendency to trash everything early in case it goes wrong would so spectacularly blown away? Hanging on to our upgraded sensibilities will be the test and the BBC bods who barely missed a moment will get over it, though I don’t know if I will.
Jealousy can be a terrible thing.