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Challenge

So here I am in week 7 and I decided to challenge my children and grandchildren to doing 100 rapid skips a day, as I have been doing.  Their excuses?  We don't have a skipping rope, we have a rope but it is too short,  I haven't skipped since I was at school, can I do 5 a day instead, I am  too tall.  Well really.

On Saturday my neighbour was washing her car (I haven't cleaned mine in about 3 years).  I shouted from the window that when someone washes their car it will rain the next day.  Sunday it didn't stop tipping it down all day.   Sunday is also Skype day with my children.  There were clear blue skies in London, beach weather in Bognor and in Sofia my son was sitting on his balcony bathed in sunshine.  I was dressed in wellies and raincoat putting the garbage out.

The department has reiterated that one can only spend an hour a day in the garden.  The logic of this order escapes me but I am nevertheless grateful.  The thought of spending more than an hour a day gardening fills me with horror, especially when I believe 10 minutes once a week is more than adequate.

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