The “glamour” of circus life…
Although I may look dazzling onstage, that only makes up 5% of my life... meaning the majority of the time I'm running around trying to keep my exciting but disorganised mess, that is my life, together. My days may look glamorous but that is not always the case.
Take the other day for example...
I was doing my weekly duty of emptying my caravan toilet and no it does not get magically sucked into the sewage system from our toilets. We have to roll our little waste suitcases/tanks and then slop it all out at the specially designated sewer point. Sometimes it can be quite far away and also it can be in a public place, so to avoid people staring we tend to do this late at night.
So anyway it was 1am and I had just come back from rolling my suitcase along the promenade, I had emptied it and was just about to put it back into place. I then realised that for some reason my tank had actually leaked quite drastically into the cupboard where the tank is stored in the caravan, so I had to start cleaning it all out... So it was 1am, my friend was holding a torch, it absolutely stank, I was wearing gloves... but they had leaked too, I was running out of cleaning materials, and I was outside on my knees trying to drain/clean my waste tank area. Eventually after about fifteen minutes I finally cleaned it and I went to throw away my mountain of dirty kitchen towels and cloths, I threw them all away together with my gloves. I came home and started to wash my hands and saw that I was missing my gold bracelet.
Oh crap I thought... I must have thrown it away with my gloves...
I ran back outside, my friend was dying from laughter as he thought it was hilarious, to be fair at this point I didn't know whether to laugh or cry myself. I started digging through the big rubbish bin, with my friend leaning it to the side so I could access it easier. I dug and dug and dug... through all my dirty kitchen cloths and discarded fish and chips... it was absolutely rank. I would also like to mention that this bracelet was a gift and I already had a past record of losing two identical bracelets before so I was desperate to not lose this one. But after about 5 mins of digging, I was gagging and I couldn't stand it any longer. I said that's it enough is enough, I was going home and to sleep. I went home, started to clean off and out the corner of my eye I noticed that my bracelet was lying on the floor.
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