This is what we do once my parents have gone away.
(We just bought the neighbours’ old trampoline.)
It turns out trampolining is one of those things (I would say ‘like riding a bike’, except that we all know how I fail at that…) which you never quite forget how to do.
It is very hard to stay sad and angry whilst shouting expletives in between bounces. After a while, I even ran out of bad words to shout, and just laughed until I couldn’t bounce any more.
But I still hate them. I want them out of my life. For ever.