WE ARE having an English seaside break for a few days for half-term, and to my horror, I have been cajoled into purchasing a wetsuit with the purpose of trying out body boarding (a kind of lay-on-the-board surfing action).
Anyone who knows me will have snorted with incredulity, being that the sum total of my sporting prowess is a speedwalk to the car if we're running late for the school run - invariably in unsuitable shoes, such as flip-flops in the rain.
Having looked into hire prices, it was better to order a cheap ladies' wetsuit from the Sainsbury's website, so I'm off to collect it from the store in Hayes today.
I'm 40 next week, and I'm fearing this is the start of a mini mid-life crisis as it's something I'd never have dreamed of attempting.
Alex had just one request for our little break: "Daddy and Auntie T always come body boarding with me. I want you to just try it for once Mummy, rather than sitting there reading your book.
"You never know, you might like it."
How can you argue with logic like that? Before I knew it, I was using my Nectar points, on the basis that I wasn't really paying for it (I know, I know) and could always flog it on eBay if I didn't enjoy it.
I'll let you know how I got on.