Ms. Mouse asked me to take a picture of myself jumping. Now normally, this would appear to be a fairly simple request so I figured I may as well do it; I mean after all... It couldn't hurt, could it? I figured some night shots may be the sweetest, so I enlisted the help of long-suffering partner Kat, set up a digital camera to extra bright flash, 7 metre focus and a nice fast ASA equivalent, and failed miserably. Determined not to be defeated, I dragged out some lighting and a launch platform (a plastic bin) and tried again - We got some pictures and they weren't bad but alas, I am a perfectionist and I couldn't really leave it there could I? - Next day aching, I headed to the garden to sit in the sun and reathat the big oil tank in the garden would have made a much better launch platform - I tried to enlist downtrodden partner's help but she refused on the basis that I may well kill myself (she underestimated my stubborn streak) so I figured that self-timer was the answer... 10 seconds to get from the camera, onto the oil tank surrounded by dead trees and into the air at just the right half second. It wasn't possible, so I had to remove the trees - Out came the chainsaws, which was ok except none of the three would start. After about an hour, and a sprained shoulder trying to start them, I managed to start the half repaired one with the wobblywhole lot better flying with a chainsaw in hand - Ummmm!