When things go wrong

Once - just once, I had no spare balloon pump with me. And that would be the time I began to rely a lot on balloons during the show. And it broke! Panic flooded through me becuase I'd built up to this bit. And it was a somewhat intimidating group - the local Rugby Club Christmas do, with a dozen or so children at the front. "So," I asked, after a moment of silence "has any here got big breaths?" One or two gave me an odd look but I quickly handed round balloons to get them blown up for me. Not one person could do it (including me, of course!). So I had no balloons, but we had a great deal of fun - and of course the children loved watching their Dads make fools of themselves, and the Dads had all sorts of jokes about the balloons (well, they would, wouldn't they!). However I now carry a spare with me, a smaller spare tucked away and one more in the car. I aint never gonna get caught out again!