Bouncer

Circus Space was on holiday this week and last, and I was busy last Tuesday night, so it was very nice to return to the fold tonight for a bit of bouncing. I cling forlornly to some small shreds of evidence that my back somersaults are improving incrementally, but it's certainly a slow process. This followed a thrillingly-complicated new step routine from the incomparable Denise Page. I do like my Tuesday nights.

It's been a fun few days, really. Even we unemployed are able to appreciate a four day weekend, and for Ian of course it was a genuine break. It was a frighteningly mature holiday, without the ill-advised bingeing that has occasionally marked other such events, although the dangerously-thick chocolate Easter egg we picked up in Liberty on Saturday was a gesture in the direction of excess. We even went to the garden centre yesterday (having found it closed on Sunday) -- how middle-aged is that?

Not that we have a garden.

Sam, mother of Ian's godson Ollie, came by last week bearing an unexpected gift of Freesia bulbs, so we had to go buy some new pots and compost to plant them in, and the lure of at least a couple of other plants was impossible to resist while we were there, so the balcony is now sporting some new additions. These "flower" things are a change of direction from the trees and shrubs we've focussed on until now, but pretty. (I'll probably post a picture later, but it's rather dark out there at present.)

Daytime update:

Met up briefly with the ever-lovely Stairs yesterday too, which was, well, ever-lovely. And there are, as so often, new developments on the job front, though I remain characteristically pessimistic.

MWWGI, as they used to say (a long time ago) in the Sydney Star Observer. MWWGI.
Posted by matt at April 14, 2004 01:07 AM