The Circus Is In Town

Sorry re-posted post as there was a bit of a mix up with our scheduler!

One circus or another always seems to be coming to Evesham, I suppose it’s because we have The Crown Meadow down by the river which is just perfect for hosting a larger than average tent, accompanying caravans and ensuing crowds.…

……….. however it has to be said that we all remain very much strangers to the Big Top and it’s sawdust ring ……….

…… because clowns really do give us the most mahooooooosive and robust ebbie jebbies.

Darrell is the hardest affected by the phenomenon, rushing for the nearest paper bag to breathe into before he hyperventilates, while Nigel and I simply just squirm and bury our faces into the nearest cushion/person/bosom.  I think this is why we are also pretty much strangers to a McDonalds, as even Ronald McDonald has the ability to bring us out in hives, not even the temptation of a Happy Meal with free gift could persuade even Nigel to cross their portal.

Psychologically we think our phobia is probably down to the fact that we like to a facial expressions to access whether a person looks friendly and has good intentions but with all that clown makeup  who can tell, we get confused and instantly feel uneasy.  We are also very peaceable creatures and don’t really “do” loud or exaggerated, over the top actions, to be honest we are totally scuppered in all clown type situations.

So I am afraid the pleasures of the flying trapeze, tight rope and the stilt must remain forever a mystery to us…….. unless we can get hypnotised out of it.  What are we like?