I have been day-dreaming this week about what it would be like to be tall and broad-shouldered. To have huge strength and be able to leap across one metre beds in a single bound. To be able to reach the top shelf and carry a big bag of fertiliser by myself. There are many people doing manual labour who fit this description and look made for the job. I am not one of them. At only 160cm I often have to cut long-handled farm tools down to size, leave footprints in the middle of beds as I attempt to jump over them and seem to grab every tall person that passes and ask them to reach something for me that eludes my grasp. I watch others carry large gas bottles and crates of zucchini with ease and sigh with frustration. It is for this reason that I have recently purchased a…