Skipping05 October 2016
My oldest daughter skipped into Brownies this evening. Most encouraging, if you know her.
Chatting briefly with one of the mothers I came to the realisation something is missing from my life. Now, I can ride a bike; I can, I’d presume, fall off a log (and sleep like one.)
Skipping. I tried to, briefly, but it wasn’t pretty… I have completely forgotten how to skip.
I need to practise. At work during lunchtime, perhaps? Along the road I live on? No.
Taking the girls into school, across the playground? At my age?