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No Place Like Home

January 9, 2008 by Richard Wright in Journal, Life

Flying Trampoline

This is my daughter’s trampoline, upside down, in the neighbour’s garden. A curious place to store it, you might think. Ah, but yesterday, same trampoline was pert and upright in our very own garden, about twelve feet stage left, ready for the springtime and more bouncing.

Then came the storm, during which the trampoline was lifted into the air, over the fence in the foreground, to be deposited on the fence in the background. It was then manhandled to where you see it now, in the lee of the house. Kirsty woke me at midnight, after I’d sensibly decided on an early night, and I came downstairs terribly befuddled by the whole thing. I remembering wondering whether, next time I woke up, I would be given consideration to how I came to be on that Yellow Brick Road.

The trampoline has now been torn apart and moved back to our own garden. When the weather improves later in the year, we’ll see whether it is salvageable…

The Ruin

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  1. TashJanuary 10, 2008 at 9:01 am

    Happy New Year to you and Happy B’day for tomorrow, hope you have a fantastic day.

    Anyhoo, nice weather you are having up in bonny Glasgow I see, I’m gutted I’m not there of course.

    Thank you for your christmas text message, lovely to here you are still on the planet.

    Speak to you soon xxx

  2. Richard WrightJanuary 10, 2008 at 9:09 amAuthor

    Cheers m’dear – you’re missing some fine, old-fashioned, rubbish Scottish weather. Hope you’re well – we’ll catch up later in 2008, no doubt 😉

  3. TashJanuary 10, 2008 at 9:10 am

    Hopefully you’ll be back down to London at some point this year as I need someone to go and see ‘wicked’ with and you are the most likely candidate!

  4. Richard WrightJanuary 10, 2008 at 9:15 amAuthor

    Ha – tell the world about my secret weakness for musicals why don’t you! If I get down there though, it’s a deal…

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