21:07 - Dec. 05, 2003
the night before
I'm babysitting my niece this evening. She's sitting in her pushchair, half watching TV (Will & Grace, for shame) and half chewing her musical teether which periodically plays a tink tonk version of Old MacDonald.
I'm not thinking about falling through the air, plummeting towards the ground, bouncing on a big piece of elastic, leaping from a crane 170ft up.
Not at all. If I never write again you'll know it all went horribly wrong.
