Three times ... while we lowly prammies were making one lap.Eventually, some enterprising soul would eschew the sprit rig of the Optimist and rig Berm...da; a main and a jib with real standing rigging and innovate the second slowest dinghy class ... but that came Much later. By then I was surfing Lasers and Lightnings.Be that as it may ... world wide, there are one hundred and fifty thousand Optimist prams with District, Regional, National and International events ... all going slow.We learned. So I am going to hand over to Sue now to tell the rest of the story.I was both excited and nervous at the thought of having a “play session” as we have now come to call them, without Matt. Up until our adventure before last years cruise I hadn’t ever been with a man other than my husband and here I was about to go and have fun without him. We had agreed to meet a hotel in Petersfield; far enough away that we wouldn’t bump into somebody we knew and a short enough drive for me the nervous driver.. She quickly got up and looked like she randomly picked something out of her wardrobe. I stood up and made to head to the bathroom to get changed. “Where are you going?” she asked confused. “To the bathroom to get changed...” “Just get changed in here. It’s not like we haven’t got changed in front of each other at the gym. Anyway, I need you to help me with my dress.” I quickly took of my day clothes and slipped on my outfit for that night. Frankie glanced at me from the corner of her. It seemed to taper towards the top, from a perfect circle to a chunky, carved square. Yelena couldn’t quite make out the carvings from this angle, though. She tensed, expecting the crash of breaking glass that would bring the security guard running, but the girl didn’t move at all. The glass did, though. It softened and sagged as though it were melting under a heat-lamp, as though years flowed by for the case while seconds passed for Yelena and the girl. Within moments, it dripped down the side.