I want to share with you all, my brave, but VERY scary deed I did... What? You ask... well I jumped off a bridge... Why? You may well ask.. for charity! I HATE HEIGHTS... yes so why did I do it? Because it's good to step off the edge of your comfort zone, now and again... I was nervous but exhilarated, until I got to the top of that wall... Then OMG... seriously I couldn't do it, I was all strapped up, attached to all the safety equipment... But no, I couldn't bring myself to (as they said) "just lean forward and drop over the edge" What did I do, you ask, well I told them I couldn't do it, they unhooked me and trembling I climbed back down and cried, shook and trembled. The people I was with checked I was ok, I told them to carry on... Eventually I gathered my guts back off the ground, tucked them back into my pants. (With the help of some very lovely people) plucked my courage up and climbed back up... I climbed up...
A hopefully, smart-arsed quip at family life...