A bouncy adventure

Before I go any further, I officially admit I am now too old for bouncy castles.

I’m not sure whether it was because we were on there for longer than last year, whether it was because there were more kids, or whether they were just much more violent, but we definitely came away with more aches and pains than last year. It goes something like this:

“Did you have a good time at the weekend?”

“Yes, I went to a party.”

“Oh, cool, did you have fun?”

“Well… I got kicked in the eye, had my head trampled into the ground and a kid jump-kicked me in the back. Mr C had a nose-bleed and we both have bite marks on our arms. Oh, and I lost my socks… but yes, it was a great party!”