So Gail tells me the time has come on my "agility journey" for me to master the seesaw.
Well I've seen the little humans in the park playground, so I know how it goes. Gail sits at one end and I sit at the other and we have fun bouncing up and down.
Given that we don't have a photo, I asked Gail to sketch the scenario, and she duly obliged - see image below. She says she would have done better, but couldn't find a rubber (that's an eraser to our American friends) and had the cheek to blame me for stealing the one she keeps on her desk.
The problem, as clearly illustrated in the otherwise mediocre drawing, is that I weigh 9 kg versus Gail's 57 kg, so I'll be needing some of my bigger agility pals to balance things out.
I know, I'll recruit my training partners Harrison and Ripple. They won't mind me asking their weight, will they?
What?
It seems I've "misunderstood" the whole point of the seesaw exercise.
Apparently I'm supposed to run all the way along the plank, while Gail shouts: "Seesaw! Seesaw!" And I'm not supposed jump off in a panic when it tips and makes a loud clattering noise.
Hmmm. I'll think about co-operating, on the usual condition that there'll be a treat at the end...
