Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy...

...fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.
Hi everyone. Well this week Uncle Steve turned 40 (no sniggering from you people who are not far off it and you know who i'm talking about).
We went to his house in Wolverhampton as Auntie Jo had arranged a huge party for him. And in the garden she has a huge trampoline. I think actually she is one of those nosy neighbours who lust bounces up and down to spy on other people.
Any way road up, i thought it would be a good idea if i gave it a go. After all, what's good for Tigger is good for me.
And here we go. This is me gingerly getting on it. Need a bit of a helping hand from dad there.
No problems so far. A bit of a doddle this. Can't see what Natatsha finds so difficult!

Ooops, hang on. We have a bit of a wobble situation.
Dont let go dad!! Oh no baby right, baby right.
Not good, not good. Over on my back and not sure how to get up.
Oh its all too tiring for me. Think i'll just have a bit of a nap now to recover some energy.
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