Missed juggling again last night. Last week my legs weren't working; yesterday I had a random crick in my neck, presumably due to sleeping at a silly angle or something similar. I almost went along anyway, on the grounds that not all juggling tricks require me to look a long way to the sides, but on the other hand most of the tricks I've been practising recently do. Eventually Gareth suggested I should come round to the Gallery and we should decide whether or not to bother going on to juggling, and then we made the decision by the cunning means of sitting around and faffing until it was too late anyway.

I'm annoyed by that. Of all the days I could have had a random crick in my neck, it had to be the one day I actually wanted to use my neck for something serious. Bah.