Ronin came running up to me as soon as I stumbled into the backyard. ‘My jumping thing please Aunty Gem. Want my jumping thing now’. The jumping ‘thing’ in question was the long-awaited trampoline that had been homed in the back of my car for a couple of weeks. I picked it up from out whoop whoop somewhere and hadn’t gotten round to putting it up before we went to New Zealand. So today we rallied the troops and began Operation Put-the-Bloody-Thing-together. We got halfway through without tools and realised we couldn’t put the safety net on. The safety net I purchased envisioning Ronin springing off into a series of Emergency visits.
In hindsight it wasn’t the smartest move but it seemed cruel not to let them have a jump without the net. I’m sure now that you know where this ends but let me use this photograph as a warning folks; don’t try this at home. This is what happens when good times go bad.
And this is what happened before good times went bad.
Ronin loves it (and big thanks to all the Stewies, the Turnbull’s and the Wood-Dye’s for providing the funds – it was meant to be chooks but that is a story for another day). If you want to see him jump head here.
