Too Little

What makes you laugh?

My childhood was filled with laughter, my father was a born comedian, then my grandfather died and the laughter stopped. Life became too sad, too serious, and frankly rather nasty.

I’m glad that I had that time though, my brother didn’t.

At the moment, with the inexplicable state of this world, I’m not finding a lot to laugh at. It’s why Clarence hasn’t had an outing, I can’t find a smile in targeting pensioners and those needing benefits, rather than the rich and those benefit cheats taking from the country when they could work.

I’m even struggling to write as Mildred, who normally has me in fits with her irreverent style and whacky mind. But the fact that political correctness has never been her thing, coupled with the sheer lunacy of this world. I just don’t have the heart.

Younger people don’t understand the humour that got this country through two world wars. If you can, laugh at it, it keeps you sane. Life is very sensitive at the moment ave understandably so.

I could laugh at Donald Trump wanting to invade allied countries, including a member of the Commonwealth, and part of the UK; we share the same head of state. We don’t rule them, they are our respected family. I can’t laugh at that, I’m more stunned and appalled.

Thank goodness for TV and a good comedy. That’s where I get most of my laughter, that and the cats.

I won’t share the video as it’s not thrilling, but little Lily took over five minutes to cross the terrifying barrier of the bottom of our plastic internal doors the other day. It was her first trip into the conservatory. Mimzy strolled out, but little Lily was petrified. It was the sweetest thing. Naturally she bossed it after a through investigation and making sure the plates holding the door together weren’t going to attack her.

No matter what they make me smile and laugh, my cats always have. God bless them and God bless God for creating them.