“Go on! I am sure you can do it, ” urged M and the official from the para-sailing school.
For once I dug my heels in. No way was I going to be hoisted up by parachute over the sea six months after total knee replacement.
Imagine if something had gone wrong and I had to explain to my surgeon in the Golden Jubilee hospital what I had been doing.
Instead I watched M take to the skies.