If that's the truth, then I'm going to get a very sore neck.
C, in all her ingenious secrecy, paid for me to jump out of a perfectly good, if rather small, air plane this morning.
Skydiving is something I've always wanted to do, but never quite gotten around to. I'm not sure if I ever would have gotten around to it had C not pushed me - not literally of course, the expert jumper who was strapped to my back was the only one doing the pushing.
I don't really have much to say about it other than that it was absolutely the most exhilarating experience of my life. Exhilarating, that is, not enriching - I'm not quite that shallow.
It was a truly, truly amazing experience and one I'll never, ever forget.
In place of more blather from me, here are a few photos that C took during the whole process.
Just hanging around before take-off.
Trying to look brave.
That's me, that tiny little blur!
Me again, somewhat bigger.
And again, about to land on C's head (I missed).
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