Day 2 on Twitter: 10.59am: Another day in Wonderland. In some corners, the Park is even quieter than it was seven years ago. 11.49am: First drops of squally rain at the Olympic Park. The place to hide is beside the river under the bridges. Only a few hundred have noticed. 12.46pm: Desire line routes are already being trampled across a few flower beds where people can't wait to walk around the proper footpath. 1.26pm: A hundred thousand people have just discovered that, in a prolonged downpour, the spectator experience is grim. 2.09pm: Learning the rules of another previously-obscure world class sport. The four-year old on my left, perhaps less so. 3.22pm: Empty seats scandal at the handball, as the bored four year-old demands to go home two and a half hours early, and his parents agree. 5.04pm: Spain's red and gold shirts are more Canvey than Costa. 6.00pm: Now playing on the Olympic Park PA jukebox: Just Can't Get Enough, Karma Chameleon, Karma Police. 6.48pm: You *can* see my house from up here :) 7.44pm: Last time I walked along the Waterworks River, the undergrowth was above head high. Now the Royal Barge is here, moored to an orange crayon.