Saturday was a good day for diabolo. My sister came over to paint Eric’s shed (random…), and I spent a few hours wandering around Eric’s garden getting some practise in.

The best thing about diabolo is the feeling you get when you finally pull off a difficult move. The worst thing about diabolo is the way absolutely nobody gives a fig.

Well anyway, I just about managed to pull off a trapeze suicide. Once or twice, anyway. The secret seems to be to move the stick, not the diabolo. Anyway, we’ll see how far I get with that…