A long, indulgent lie-in this morning. To show willing, my wife goes for a swim. I do a session with my hand weights instead, and follow that up (after a decent interval) with a 20 minute jugging practice. I've taken up 3 and 4 balls again after a lengthy gap, because I have a plan to do a show in Bethlehem in the autumn for the orphans my wife has been working with.
It is also my intention to visit the wall at first light to entertain the wretched Palestinian workers, who, in their hundreds every day, have to queue sometimes for hours every day to get into Jerusalem for their work, and then again to get home at the end of the day. The Israelis seem to want to make it as difficult or humiliating for them as possible, as we might expect from a brutal occupying power.
Normally I would have a patter while presenting my act, though this will not be possible here, so I am giving some thought as to exactly how I should do it. But I know one thing, juggling, "natural magic" as it also called, is an international language.
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