On things you really don't want to hear...

Imagine you went rock climbing last night with a group of friends. One of them happens to be your sister, and – for this particular climb – she is belaying you. You get about forty feet up in the air, and your wrists, fingers and forearms are crying out in agony. You make a final push to reach the top and touch the metal bar that runs around the ceiling. Now, at least, you can claim to have conquered this particular wall. But in doing so you have reached your physical limit and – muscles screaming - you turn and yell down, “Falling”.

To which you get the following response:

“Wait. Hold on. I’ve forgotten how to do this.”

Thanks, Amy.