I was that girl at school who permanently had a sick note for sports lessons. It was always ‘that time of the month’, a headache, a sore tummy, a sprained wrist… the list goes on. And my mum, faced with a palpitating nervous wreck, would diligently sign the notes excusing me from whatever team sport was on the agenda. As a teenager (and a fully grown woman) I am uncoordinated and More…