David, a management executive, has on his doctor's orders, to take part in some form of sporting activity. David decides to play tennis.
After a few weeks Shiela, his secretary asks him how he's doing.
'It's going very well, thanks,' David answers. 'When I'm on the court and I see the ball speeding towards me, my brain immediately says: 'To the corner! Back hand! To the net! Smash! Go back!'
'Really? What happens then?' Shiela enquires of David, in some awe.
'Then my body says, 'Who? Me? You must be kidding.'
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