I know my last post was a bit dismissive of the sunshine, well not the sunshine really, just the things that go on in my garden when the day is hot. This post is about something that occurred only yesterday, a revelation in fact, which came about when my son popped upstairs and dug out his skipping rope. He challenged me to skip for 10 seconds, which I did; after I watched him skip for 50. Not the kind of step over skipping, the jump over sort, real quick, like boxers do. I came to the realisation pretty early on, after I’d increased it to 20, that this was a…