No, Sir.

Why, Sir?

Because I’ve got the cold, Sir.

Where’d you get the cold, Sir?

Up at the North Pole, Sir.

What were you doing there, Sir?

Catching a polar bear, Sir.

How many did you catch, Sir?

One, Sir..

Two, Sir..

Three, Sir.. etc.

By now the happy group of singing, skipping young girls are weaving in and out, under and back through the fast-turning rope being wielded in the middle of the road by two of their number.

It was healthy, communal exercise that taught them a love of rhythm and rhyme and it certainly helped to keep them slim.

How did we lose all that??