Me and my girl Scarlett both tried something new last weekend, one of us more successful than the other. On Saturday at 9am we all turned up at Leichhardt Public School for Scarlett's first ballet class. Scarlett has been badgering us for ballet classes since she watched her first episode of Angelina Ballerina. She looked quite the young novice dressed in her beautiful pink ballerina dress and matching bolero. Of course, Scarlett was much talented than all the other children who were hopeless jokes whereas she was clearly a young Margot Fonteyn in the making.Oh how the other children looked on enviously. 
On Sunday, I subjected myself to total humiliation with my first (make that my last) trapeze lesson. 
Goodness me it really does look easier than it is. Which is not to say I didn't enjoy it, I did. I was particularly proud of my ability to face my awful fear of heights which exists in spite of an ability to toss myself from a plane and climb a 98 foot mast on a moving ship, but I have also frozen solid on top of the high board at the pool and half way up Angkor Wat. Stepping out on the narrow ironing board-sized launch platform was a breeze compared to stepping off it into an abyss of shame and humuliation and within seconds being expected to swing my legs up over the bar I was holding on to. It was hell on the stomach muscles and my hands were blistered by the end. It didn't help that while I was a beginner, while the other 3 in the class were aged 11, 14 and 15 and were on their 10th class. While they were backflipping, attempting catches with a catcher swinging on a second bar,
I was flailing in mid air still trying to get my legs over the bar while stopping my leggings from slipping down. Scarlett was very proud however.
On Sunday, I subjected myself to total humiliation with my first (make that my last) trapeze lesson. 
Goodness me it really does look easier than it is. Which is not to say I didn't enjoy it, I did. I was particularly proud of my ability to face my awful fear of heights which exists in spite of an ability to toss myself from a plane and climb a 98 foot mast on a moving ship, but I have also frozen solid on top of the high board at the pool and half way up Angkor Wat. Stepping out on the narrow ironing board-sized launch platform was a breeze compared to stepping off it into an abyss of shame and humuliation and within seconds being expected to swing my legs up over the bar I was holding on to. It was hell on the stomach muscles and my hands were blistered by the end. It didn't help that while I was a beginner, while the other 3 in the class were aged 11, 14 and 15 and were on their 10th class. While they were backflipping, attempting catches with a catcher swinging on a second bar,
I was flailing in mid air still trying to get my legs over the bar while stopping my leggings from slipping down. Scarlett was very proud however.
We have had a few visitors of late. Rob's mum Barb has been staying with us for 10 days,and while she was here her brother Barrie and niece Susie flew up from Melbourne for a visit. On Saturday night our old mate Sarah-Kate came for dinner. She was in Sydney for a few nights and will be back again soon before heading off to live in Mexico for the best part of a year while Mark works there on the new third Narnia movie. 
Also, some pictures of the girls wearing glasses. I don't know why it's funny, it just is.
Finally, next week I am auditioning to be a Play School presenter for a story for the paper and the week after will be interviewing The Wiggles.
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