It’s confirmed. Mannana is ‘D’ day. I have 24 hours to psych myself up for a very big adventure. Everyone knew but I. The women whispered amongst themselves and then erupted in laughter and glee. What could it be? I was afeared that I was to be treated to a stripper delivering my birthday cake, or a shower dance or somesuch humiliation and embarrassment. Maybe hands on massage or yoga class. Well it’s not birthing nor bungee jumping. I suppose I was to be dragged kicking and screaming, blind folded delivered up to the edge of the precipice… Tune in tomorrow!