Battened down in Hot town, summery in the city - 2017

With Auntie Eunice on her way, promising gusts of over 100 mph overnight, I have tied the fucking trampoline down. Seriously. It was about a year ago that it flew over our five foot fence and down the street to land gently (thankfully) on someone’s car. I announced then that I was going to get rid of the bent, twisted carcass and the darling offspring protested passionately with clear debate such as, “But I will use it. I prooooommmmiiiissse!!!”

So I spent quite a lot of both time and money sourcing replacement parts and recreating the trampoline.

Spoiler alert: the offspring did not use it.

In the Summer I announced that I was going to sell it.

But the offspring verbally protested. Promising they reeeeaaallllyyyyy would use it.

I didn’t sell it.

Spoiler alert: they didn’t fucking use it!

So now we’re about to face the worst storm since the met office began (not sure exactly what time scale we’re on here) and I still have that redundant piece of flying litter in my garden.

So it has been attached to the wall with a bungee cord at one side and in the ground two tent guy ropes at the other. Quite frankly, I don’t think they’ll make any difference at all!!