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The MM Links Game - May Week 2
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Before I get down to the business in hand, I crave your indulgence. Picture the following scene:
It was freezing under foot and barely daylight as I staggered out clad only in my pyjamas and dressing gown with the rubbish for the bin-men. Theoretically, 7.30am is the deadline set by my local council, though it’s unusual for it to be collected before noon! My next-door neighbour, just setting off to her work, could not resist saying how lucky I was, having nothing to stop me going straight back to bed.
Lucky? I don’t think so! As year follows year, I get more and more frustrated at having nothing to do, especially during the winter months. The everyday tasks of shopping, cooking and cleaning are hardly exciting – and that’s what one needs, excitement. Bungee-jumping is not to be recommended for the octogenarian digestion, my trip in a hot-air balloon was interesting but not exciting, and there’s not a lot of white water rafting in the canyons of Kent.
Of course, my little boat keeps me occupied much of the time. But even sailing can fail to provide any real excitement -- especially when one is forbidden by one’s children to venture much beyond the end of the pier.
It was freezing under foot and barely daylight as I staggered out clad only in my pyjamas and dressing gown with the rubbish for the bin-men. Theoretically, 7.30am is the deadline set by my local council, though it’s unusual for it to be collected before noon! My next-door neighbour, just setting off to her work, could not resist saying how lucky I was, having nothing to stop me going straight back to bed.
Lucky? I don’t think so! As year follows year, I get more and more frustrated at having nothing to do, especially during the winter months. The everyday tasks of shopping, cooking and cleaning are hardly exciting – and that’s what one needs, excitement. Bungee-jumping is not to be recommended for the octogenarian digestion, my trip in a hot-air balloon was interesting but not exciting, and there’s not a lot of white water rafting in the canyons of Kent.
Of course, my little boat keeps me occupied much of the time. But even sailing can fail to provide any real excitement -- especially when one is forbidden by one’s children to venture much beyond the end of the pier.
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Bored out of my mind one day, I had a flash of inspiration. I would celebrate my 80th birthday with a parachute jump. Straight away, I phoned my little local airfield, and “Wow”!-- all I would need would be clearance from my GP and, so far, there was no EU law banning it. However, this was to be no instant gratification, since my first day was spent sitting in the canteen, waiting to see if the low cloud would clear. Although everyone knew that this would never happen, the rule is that you have to hang about, just in case!
My big chance came a week later with a brilliant, sunny day of blue sky and not too much wind. Ten or twelve of us packed into a rather tatty little aircraft for the long, tedious climb into the sky. That was the scariest part of the whole thing, with only a scrap of canvas to stop us all falling out. Eventually you reach 12000 feet – and then you just leap into oblivion.
It takes less than a minute to get down to 5,000 feet, when the parachute opens with a considerable jolt. The next few minutes were pure magic. I felt as though my mind had left my body and soared away on its own. There was London, spread out to the north, and there France, across the Channel to the south. Then, of course, we came back to earth – with a bump (literally and metaphorically)! The trouble with an adrenaline rush like this is that it could so easily become addictive. What to do next, before boredom sets in again? I really don’t know the answer.
My big chance came a week later with a brilliant, sunny day of blue sky and not too much wind. Ten or twelve of us packed into a rather tatty little aircraft for the long, tedious climb into the sky. That was the scariest part of the whole thing, with only a scrap of canvas to stop us all falling out. Eventually you reach 12000 feet – and then you just leap into oblivion.
It takes less than a minute to get down to 5,000 feet, when the parachute opens with a considerable jolt. The next few minutes were pure magic. I felt as though my mind had left my body and soared away on its own. There was London, spread out to the north, and there France, across the Channel to the south. Then, of course, we came back to earth – with a bump (literally and metaphorically)! The trouble with an adrenaline rush like this is that it could so easily become addictive. What to do next, before boredom sets in again? I really don’t know the answer.
As always, for the every-day running of MM, I will follow the same rule as introduced by crofter on word length. Each of my chosen link words contains at least four letters and at most eight. Stray outside this range and you will be wasting one of your attempts! Each of my selected words may go in front of or after my challenge word. The competition will officially close at 7.00pm on Sunday evening when crofter will declare my selected words, then apply the same rules for awarding points that have been applied during all MM Link Games in the past. My second set of four words to have their links predicted will appear below at 9.00am.
Aquagility - you described skydiving to a 'T'
I spent two years jumping out of planes in the American midwest.
My scariest jump was when I had to put myself out and pull my
own rip cord without a jumpmaster watching over me - but the
feeling of exalted exhilaration when the chute opens and you
are suspended between sky and ground is unmatched - you
describe it perfectly - now what are your words !
J
I spent two years jumping out of planes in the American midwest.
My scariest jump was when I had to put myself out and pull my
own rip cord without a jumpmaster watching over me - but the
feeling of exalted exhilaration when the chute opens and you
are suspended between sky and ground is unmatched - you
describe it perfectly - now what are your words !
J
