That big old bag of long balloons from long-ago Sydney days still sits in the kid’s toy cupboard.
My balloon twisting turned out to be a one-trick affair and I, shame-faced, retired into balloon phobia.
However, Lu has taken over.
She is not an adept twister of strange animals and exotic figures, but she can at least fearlessly twist the damn things.
While she’s at it, I cower. It takes me a lot of courage to uncover my ears and take a video as her balloon squeaks away.
Jo is the very vocal cheerleader in the background. But she can only talk and air-twist. Like me, she can't do the real thing.