I need more laughs in my life, I’ve decided. Let me put this in context. In the city where I live, I notice that nobody smiles. It’s not just me who has noticed this. Life is very serious here, apparently. I have lived in the same apartment block for thirteen years and only nod to the neighbours when we meet in the elevator. They give me a wan smile in return.
Now that Chris is well on the road to full recovery, ironically I am feeling sicker. I have spent the past few years reading, almost exclusively, psychiatric literature. Not many laughs there. I need a break.
For my birthday, Chris gave me Adrian Mole: The Prostrate Years. I’ve been a big fan of Adrian since he was aged 13 3/4. I laughed my way through the latest book in two sittings.
What tickles your funny bone?
Calvin and Hobbes. Unsurpassed. 😀