I went into the garden and juggled for a bit. I worked on my 6 ball juggling. It wasn’t going very well so I gave in. I know that doesn’t show much resolve but it was hot and muggy and there was sweat draining off me within minutes. I realised that because there was no wind it would be perfect for juggling rings so I ran inside and dug them out from under my bed.

I ran back outside and to my surprise the wind had picked up. I experimented with them for a bit but was unsuccessful. I went back up to my bedroom and flung the rings back under my bed.

Ah well.

Arriving back in my garden there was an unearthly calm. Not a breath of wind. I thought this would be perfect to throw my diabolo around. I popped back up to my bedroom, pulled out my diabolo and headed outside once more.

It had clouded over and the wind had picked up a bit but I thought I’d have a go anyway. I span the diabolo up for a bit and threw it in the air. It fell into next door's garden.

Ah well.

I took the diabolo back inside after recovering it and headed outside with my beanbags once more and had a go at 44444633633633633833338333344444. I wasn’t too successful with this either. The wind had died once more but the sun was getting in my eyes and my back was burning.

I thought I’d try with my clubs but by the time I’d got back out the house it had started raining and the wind was blowing quite hard. I tried a simple three up pirouette with my set of three red radical fish but by the time I had span round the clubs were nowhere in sight. I looked over the garden fence but couldn’t spot them.

Ah well.

I went in and got out my balls. By the time I’d got back out the sun was shining and my sister was sun bathing. I asked her to move her sunbed out the way a bit so I could play with my balls in safety. I practiced my 6 ball juggling again but my sister started moaning that I kept dropping the balls into her glass of lemonade. I realised once again that the wind had died so I went inside to get my diabolo for the final time.

I stepped out side and fought the door closed against the wind. I leant into it and staggered against the hail into the centre of the garden. As I started the diabolo spinning I ducked as the shed roof was ripped off and blown over my head. I checked there was nothing else flying towards me and threw my diabolo. I watched as it soared up into the air. I watched a lightning bolt strike it and I watched as a smouldering lump of plastic fell through the roof of a greenhouse five gardens up.

Ah well.

This evening I looked on the Internet for some videos of jugglers. I’m wondering if I should buy Juggling Master 2000. I’m not sure though. I read rec.juggling and posted a message asking if anyone wants to send me a copy of any juggling videos they have laying around.

After a bit I thought I better look at www.jugglingstore.com to see how much a new diabolo and set of clubs would set me back. I think I’ll go for the red diabolo and the white clubs. Maybe I should have written down what they were called.

Ah well.

I looked at a star wars site and admired the little action figures. I think I might start up a new company that sell little figures of jugglers. I’ve already designed and made the first one, which is a little model Michael Moschen with his hands full of tiny crystal beads.