A couple of weeks ago, I was with my girlfriend and two of our friends, chatting. As you do. My girlfriend and I had skipped, not as you do, to the bar at which we were to meet.
Our chat naturally evolved into how we had just joyfully bound our way along the Oslo streets, hand in hand, laughter abound.
But as our friends pointed out, it was dark and we should have been wearing reflectors. “Skip at your peril,” they may have said, as one friend slapped his bright yellow snapband around his wrist.