It's the summer, it's time for dewobbling and a bit of adrenaline

If, like me, you have have a blogging induced fat arse, get yourself trampolining. I have discovered that it gives the most wonderful workout for NO PAIN the next day... now that's amazing... for I despise exercise and I despise the achey crap you get the next day if you are an infrequent exerciser.

I have to wait until the girls go out otherwise they insist on dragging me off it so they can have a go. And then I go and jump for five or so minutes which is enough to shred my I-smoked-for-almost-twenty-years-lungs in this heat.. but it works... the bum is not-so-slowly going.

but, I must tell you the best, absolutely best, bit about trampolining. (This is for normal people.... if you do bungeejumping and madcrazysuicidal stuff like that, this is going to sound REALLY pathetic).... Do you remember when you were a kid and NOTHING mattered? and you weren't afraid of stuff and you ran around climbing trees and falling off things and it just didn't faze you? Well jumping on the trampoline and then suddenly jumping down onto abovementioned fat arse is pure joy, with a HUGE adrenaline rush (accompanied by the word F*********K! inside my head, which I though twice about using for the second time in one week in my blog as papavit reads this and he has only been known to say the F word twice in my thirty five years of knowing him... and some of his colleagues read this and I wouldn't want them to think that papavit has a foul-mouthed harridan for a daughter, would I?) because it's just like chucking yourself out of a tree, or rolling down a grassy knoll (it wasn't me, I swear) or riding your bike down a steep hill knowing your brakes were a bit shot.... for where else as a growed-up, with a growed-up skeleton, growed-up wobbly bits and a growed-up brain could you just jump up and jump down onto your fat arse? You couldn't even do that on a big double bed or a sofa for fear of breaking it (and being the growed up that you are, you'd have to pay for a new one... and the thought of that stops you)... so for the love of being a little kid again, go find yourself a trampoline and jump your fat arse off!

And I forgot to say, I've started a sideblog in the sidebar called sidebanda. It's an experiment. I might tell true stories or I might make it up as I go along. I dunno yet. I'll decide each day.