In which I break my neck.

For today’s trick we’ll be balancing a 13-year-old boy on my head.

After travelling around the city for much of the day buying plants and construction materials we found ourselves in Australia (or was it Albany) and in the vicinity of a lovely swimming pool, perfect, we though, and promptly jumped in.

Boys will be boys, and before long we were playing a game of break-Morgan’s-neck, a good game, unless you’re the Morgan in question.

Forgive the image quality, photo was taken with yet a different digital camera – this one in Claire’s phone.