Jump.
On Saturday I'll be out of bed at the crack of dawn to make my way to Skydive St Andrews to jump from an aircraft.
I'm looking forward to it this time, the last time I done a parachute jump I was somewhat nervous as I was convinced I was about to make an impression on the scenery to rival the Barringer meteor crater.
Yvoone however is shitting bricks. And I'm not making it any easier by telling her that she's going to be falling at around 125mph with nothing to prevent her from bouncing than a piece of silk with strings attached.
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