When I was lying in bed this morning listening to The Professor harrumphing about another pile of poo on the kitchen floor, I got to thinking about senses of humour.
Just how does our ability to find things funny develop I thought to myself when The Professor let out another huge sigh and called out " oh Bloody Hell...there's ANOTHER soddin pile "
Right on cue, Meg got up , circled herself in the duvet and let out a tiny whistling fart and I found myself giggling behind the pillow.
The Professor is amused by many things but isnt a big belly laugher.
I love silly, daft and slightly surreal situations.....and I think that this stems from one wonderful childhood memory which centred upon Aunty Betty, and a packet of chocolate buttons.
The wheres and the whys of the situation remain shady, but I do remember being in the garden of one of my parent's friends homes with a set of what on reflection , were some fairly inebriated adults.
One of my mother's friends was a busty, gravel voiced Jewish Matron called Betty, who looked remarkably like a man....she for some strange reason,had poured herself into a 1970s dress which was far too small for her and was, as I remember, dancing on the lawn with a martini glass in her hand.
Suddenly Betty had the urge to climb up a nearby child's slide and with her massive cleavage waving like a Galleon in full sail she caught her dress on the top rail and was stuck fast.
For some strange reason she had also been feeding herself chocolate buttons from a packet and as she became trapped half of them clattered down her dress between her bosoms
I remember lying in the grass with the other children crying with laughter until it hurt, and the more Betty struggled, the more stuck she became, her hand shoved down her dress in a futile effort to
scoop out the now melting chocolate. It was that half amused/ half desperate look on her face that made me laugh so hard.......that coupled with a chocolate covered cleavage, I think, set the scene for my love of the inappropriate and the surreal.
What was the first thing that you remember that made you belly laugh as a child?
I'd be interested to hear.........I wonder if it informed your humour needs for life?..as I think Aunty Betty's chocolate covered bosoms did for me.
Oh my god. That is hilarious. I would have laughed too.
ReplyDeleteMy family never had moments like that -- I think maybe because I was surrounded by teetotallers. :)
I do remember my mom hosting an office party at our house where the gag gifts included an egg vibrator. I had only the vaguest idea what it was but it caused lots of laughs. Also, one of her coworkers brought bread rolls and "Essie's buns" became the running joke of the afternoon. My brother and I still laugh about Essie's buns.
Schoolboy humour....you just cant beat it!... I hope ive triggered a few memories here
DeleteThis post has me crying with laughter. It's the way you tell 'em! I can just see Aunty Betty and the chocolate covered cleavage, stuck on the slide and trying drunkenly to free herself. And to be honest, it explains a lot about you!
ReplyDeleteWell that certainly was a back handed compliment judith! Lol x
DeleteI'm rolling! Things were usually quite tense when I was growing up, not a lot of laughing going on... I think my humour developed as a way of defusing things. Say something outrageous and/or inappropriate, and shock them into laughing....
ReplyDeleteYes, seriosuly, i think you may have hit on something.... My childhood at home was somewhat tense.....we children gravitated towards my grandmother's home. She had a wonderfully warm sense of fun....
DeleteThats where i got it from... And yes humour is a wonderful device to cushion yourself from a glum life
I remember once when I was out with two lads from school, we were just messing about, then the lad called Karl jumped around in the grass shouting "The Doris" had got him from Why Don't You. The next thing I noticed was that he had rolled in some shit but I could not tell his other mate because I was laughing so much I could hardly breathe. His pal then spotted the shit and both of us just cracked up, like you said totally belly laughing. I've never ever forgotten it.
ReplyDeleteI'm still laughing forty years later when I think about it.
ReplyDeleteOMG THE DORIS! I've just remembered that !
DeleteFunny thing memory eh?
When I was a teenager my Mum went to sit for an artist who wanted to paint her portrait. Each Saturday she would go off in her deep pink velour 'club sport' tracksuit and run a comb through her curly hair to go and 'sit'. When she revealed the painting a few months later to me and my friend she warned that the artist had painted her as he had seen her - as Cleopatra in full Egyptian costume with kohl around the eyes and a geometric bob. My friend and me went into hysterics crying and rolling around the floor aching with laughter. I have just started to chuckle again with the image of that memory.
ReplyDeleteHave you got the painting simone?
DeleteId love to see it
Hi John. No I don't have the painting. My Mum has threatened to leave it to me one day!!!
DeleteGet her to send me a photo of it...im intrigued
DeleteWonderful story!
ReplyDeleteMy first belly laugh that I remember occurred around 6yrs old. Dad had just had a load of farmyard manure delivered, had barrowed it to the top of the garden and left the wheelbarrow unattended.........My younger Brother thought up a game that we could play, involving one of us in the wheelbarrow, the other pushing like hell up the path and the one in the barrow had to put their legs out to stop them going head first into the pile of poo. Well, it was my turn to push, young brother (5yrs old and taller than me), in the barrow when, he decided to turn around to ask me something, I was going full pelt and........he didn't put his feet out in time! He landed, head first, downwards in the poo, kicking his legs around, it was just like a cartoon! In those days, we girls wore navy blue P.E knickers and I doubled over laughing, so much so, I wet myself! But the dye from the knickers stayed for a couple of days, despite Mum washing my legs with Swarfega! Brother was alright but embarrassed as Dad hosed him down in the garden, then he had a bath. He prefers not to remember it.......
Lol....the washing of the legs with green swarfega...amused me mire than the manure did lol thank you for that
DeleteHere's a Welsh one for you John. My Dad used to sing Men of Harlech but his version went.....Men of Harlech in the hollows shooting peas up a nanny goats bottom, can't remember the rest but it used to make us all laugh.
ReplyDeleteBriony
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Shooting peas up a goats arse?
DeleteHow lovely x
Bernard Breslaw used to make me laugh; he always sounded brain dead, not sure why I found that amusing.
ReplyDeleteLike the brother from EVERYONE LOVES RAYMOND
DeleteI used to work with Bernard's brother Arnold. We had to be very careful what we said about Bernard, he was very protective.
DeleteWhy Rachel was there a reason?
DeleteJust that people would sometimes suggest that Bernard was a bit thick because he always played parts where he would say the stupidest thing, like in the Army Game which we all remembered. Of course he wasn't really like that in real life and Arnold was always defending Bernard.
DeleteOur mother used to amuse us kids greatly and still does at times. She was once walking down a sand dune, she started to quicken her pace, she was running down the sand dune and fell and started rolling to the bottom, initially head over heels. She was once walking down a hill, quickened her pace and was then in an out of control run, she fell and rolled and crashed hard into a tree. She could have been hurt, but we were hysterical with laughter.
ReplyDeleteThere are some great stories here already, including your own.
On reflection....i think that it is these " warm" moments of siliness and fun that children need and want the most from their parents.....
DeleteWhen I was 8 or so, my Grandfather sneezed at the dinner table. Unfortunately he had a mouth full of cream style corn in his mouth. He tried not to open his mouth so the corn came flying out his nose all over the table.... gross... but I still laugh when I remember the looks on the "grown-ups" faces!
ReplyDeleteI did a post on something very similar recently jan
DeleteDate?? I'm somewhat new to your awesome blog and I'd like to read it.
DeleteGreat story John. When I was around six and my sister four, our teenage brothers lifted us onto their shoulders, each leg hanging down past the carrier's neck. The idea of the game was that you went for your opponent and your "jockey" (little sisters) had to pull the other off. We girls laughed hysterically until we heard my second brother, who was horsy-ing my sister, yowl in protest. My sister had wet herself and the warm liquid was trickling down his neck! Then even the adults watching the game, cracked up!
ReplyDeleteHow awful lol x
DeleteI really don't remember any belly laugh moments as a child John although I do have a wicked sense of humour.
ReplyDeleteWhat things make you laugh now Delores?
DeleteI don't have any memories like yours John, very funny, I am always finding melted chocolate between my bosoms. However I remember what made me laugh a lot when I was growing up was Hancocks Half Hour and you only have to say the Blood Donor and I will still burst out laughing.
ReplyDeleteIf i had bosoms...... I would find the contents of an entire shopping trolley in it
DeleteI do but I was embarrassed to say.
DeleteI've got about 60 episodes of Hancock on cassette tapes when R4 were repeating them each week some years ago.
DeleteRachel will be round to watch em
DeleteFABULOUS story.
ReplyDeleteI don't remember a specific belly laugh, but I know if I saw someone trip it had me in stitches. Hell, I laugh now.
I was allowed to watch The Carol Burnett show as a kid and my father also showed me the film Blazing Saddles as tween so that should shed some light on my idea of humor.
I too tend to laugh when peoplefall over...its a dreadful habit
DeleteI am also a belly laugh-er and can;t stop if get going. Not many belly laughs in my family, but at my grandparents, many many laughs with my grand dad who had a wonderful sense of humor.
ReplyDeleteI do recall the whole family having a belly laugh at my fathers expense. I was 12. We had just moved to Canada. Our rental house was not available yet so my father borrowed a cottage for our family of 6 to stay in. The cottage was up on Kale Huron and we had heard stories of bears and us 4 kids were nervous of running into one. My father drove us from the airport (from England we were) to this little remote cottage. He had been told the water shut off/on valve we in the ditch in front. We arrived at night and he pointed the car headlights to the ditch with the valve, while we all obediently remained in the car peering out the windows nervously looking out for bears. For some daft reason, as my father was face down and ass up looking in the long grass for this valve I beeped the horn. In the spotlight of the car headlights, we watched him jump out of his skin and caught his face scowling with rage at us. I said "he looks like a bear" and we all dissolved into fits of laughter which was very short lived as he returned to the car absolutely furious.
I think on a previous post chania, i pointed out thatour upbringings were similar eh?
DeleteI too had parents who couldnt laugh at themselves very much
I think we did John. My father had an awful temper and most of what I remember of my youth was living with an alcoholic was trying to avoid igniting it, while my docile and frightened mother stood by.
DeleteMy Grand parents on the other hand were quite harming and lovely with a wonderful sense of humour. I recall they weren;t so fond of my dad and when he couldn't afford to feed us we would be shuttled off to Lincolnshire to stay with them, much to my delight. It only takes one person to make a difference in a child's life. If it wasn't for my Granny and Grandad I would have been a lost soul.
I can so picture this in my head and it amuses me greatly!
ReplyDeleteThe one thing that sticks in my head from childhood was a scetch on the Des O'Conner show..he was sitting in the bath and suddenly the loofer, brush, soap etc took off and started flying around to Thunderbirds music...there must have been more to it than that but even now the thought of it makes me smile
I would hae enjoyed that sketch too! Somuch so, that i have just tried to find it on youtube.....unfortunately without sucess
DeleteFantastic story and you told it beautifully!
ReplyDeleteI doubt I ever belly-laughed until I grew up and smoked a joint.
Haha!
Seriously, that may be true. Wasn't much to laugh at in my house.
Slightly unhappy childhoods have always been a bit of a thene with me and many of going gently readers.....
DeleteStrange that?
"listening to The Professor harrumphing about another pile of poo on the kitchen floor"
ReplyDeleteWell you really should try to get to the toilet John.
As Basil Brush would say
Delete" boom boom!"
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ReplyDeleteOh dear John, I was brought up in a fairly strict Methodist home and I don't think we went in for belly laughs (especially in war time with a brother at the front) - perhaps that way of life accounts for my breaking out later in life. There was always plenty of love though.
ReplyDeleteSo what makes you belly laugh now pat?
DeleteHeavens! I cannot remember the first time I had a good belly laugh but I remember at the age of thirteen being entered for a Latin recitation competition. A girl from the posh convent school went up the steps onto the polished stage floor to recite her extract from Virgil's "Aeneid" and her feet skidded from under her. There she was flat on her back As an added bonus, I even got a quick glimpse of her navy blue knickers. Inside I was laughing like one of those seaside ventriloquist dolls - the sort they had in glass cases in amusement arcades.
ReplyDeleteWhatever happened to blue navy knickers?
DeleteDo they still make them?
They do. I'm wearing them now. Got them in Tesco. Was fairly sure I was in menswear department but now you've put a doubt in my mind.
DeleteIm off there tomorrow!
DeleteI love this post John and the replies, brilliant.
ReplyDeleteI come from a family that laugh at everything (it's proved a valuable skill throughout the crap that life inevitably throws at you sometimes).
My Dad was hilarious.
Anyhoo one of my funny childhood memories involves our dear neighbour Mrs W. We didn't have grandparents on my Dad's side as sadly they had died before we were born, so Mr & Mrs W were sort of substitute grandparents, a lovely couple. Mrs W was rather a ahem large and stately lady and considered herself rather `posh'. One time we all went out for a slap up dinner at the Swiss Cottage restaurant not too far away, I was about 6. Mrs W sat down on the corner section of a sofa to have a sweet sherry before dinner, unfortunately the corner didn't have a cushion in it, so she fell in backwards. It took my Dad and Mr W to pull her out. Poor woman, me and my sisters were hysterical, while my Mum hissed `SHUT UP!' at us. We still say don't do a Mrs W !! Still makes me smile.
Twiggy x
I loved this one too.......it sounds like scene from an early Gerald Durrell nocel
DeleteMy mom was a rather huffy person, easily disgusted when things weren't being done to her satisfaction. Once when I was pretty young, she and my dad were tearing off the wooden steps by the back door. My dad, who was using a hammer, said, "This isn't going to work. I'll go get the crowbar." My mom huffed, "Gimme that hammer!" She was standing between me and my dad as she took a great swing upward at a cross board, missed it entirely, and smacked herself heartily on the forehead with the hammer. I could tell by the look on my dad's face that laughing would be a grave error. Both of us tried to hold it in, but soon all three of us were rolling on the lawn, laughing and gasping until we cried. Mom was huffy, but she had a sense of humor, too. To this day, I'm most amused when someone who is trying to demonstrate their superiority has something go awry. I'm not immune, I've laughed pretty hard at myself for the same thing.
ReplyDeleteI liked this.for it underlines just how importance a bit if warmth and shared humour means to a child.........as proved by your lovely memory
DeleteMy comic time also involves chocolate. My very best friend and I cycled a couple of miles to the sweet shop. We both bought one of the large boxes of maltesers. We flung our bikes in the hedge and sat down on the verge and devised a competition as to which one of us could cram the most maltesers into our mouths at once. Both of us looked shocking with drooling maltesers dripping out of our faces but it produced some laughs.
ReplyDeleteHow many did you cram in?
DeleteThat's hilarious. I'm not sure what first made me really laugh when I was a child, but one of my older sisters had a way of saying "motherfucker" that left me in stitches. I've been watching a documentary about the country-rock group the Eagles. During one of their concerts, one member of the group went on stage angry with another member of the group. Throughout the concert they threatened one another: "I fuckin' hate you." "Just three more songs and then I'm gonna fuckin' kick your ass." "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you." etc. etc. I suppose some people would be appalled by these exchanges, but I thought they were hilarious.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
The rudest word I heard as a kid was " bugger" or " bloody"
DeleteFunny memory, John. And tell Chris I admire his.......understatement of the issue.
ReplyDeleteThe funny things I remember from childhood are the cousins and I 'sleeping' outside, listing to our dads and uncles tell stories on the porch. We learned lots of new words.....
And jokes no doubt.....
DeleteMy sister and I are amused by the same kinds of things and "Don't make me laugh," is a serious request. As single girls we went on a lot of vacations together, camping. The bathroom was on top of a hill at one site and as we were ascending she wondered if she would make it. I stopped climbing and began laughing at the ludicrousness of grown women in the woods struggling to reach a pee station. The she started laughing and of course in the end we had to go back to the camp for clean clothes and shower equipment.
ReplyDeleteCouldnt you find a bush?
DeleteSUCH a loaded question John...
DeleteFrom Janet Beck
ReplyDeleteWho could not comment
I’ve tried on several occasions to leave a comment to your blog without success.
When ever I try, my words are deleted and will not post ????
Soooooooo........ Today I’m going to tell you the first joke I ever understood.
It made me understand what is humor and what is a joke.
I was 4 years old, sitting at dinner table with my grandparents and
their friends, a couple they often had in for visits.
The man brought strawberries from his garden, my grandmother made scones.
We were at table eating our strawberries on scones with cream.
My grandfather said to the man “these strawberries are wonderful, what did you do to them”
The man said “ I always like to put lots of manure on my strawberries”
Grandfather said “ Really? I always like mine with cream and sugar”
I laughed so hard I almost fell of my chair. I still laugh every time I remember that day.
Remember, I was only 4 years old.
Cheers
JB
I was about eight. The family were sat round the table eating Sunday lunch when Dad told us what had happened to him the night before. 'I was taking the ashes (from the boiler) out. I opened the back door......and a cat fell on my head!' A cat had been up by the flue, presumably to keep warm and had been startled when the door opened. There was a lot of food sprayed and tears of laughter. Every time we managed to go quiet someone would start laughing again and start us all off.
ReplyDeleteAnother golden memory....how do you feel re telling it?
DeleteI've been giggling at the memory and reminding my brothers. Thanks for causing the memory to surface.
DeleteOne early morning, I heard my aunt and uncle in the kitchen together. Both are hard of hearing although my uncle's hearing is much worse than hers.
ReplyDeleteMy aunt asked my uncle a question and he did not respond. Then a minute later, she let out a very loud fart and my uncle immediately responded with "Did you just say something, honey?"
To which she angriily replied, "You hear every fart I make but you can't hear a word I say."
I practically suffocated myself covering up my laughter.
Iloved this one
DeleteFor me it was a little poem that went like this:
ReplyDeleteA peanut sat on a railroad track,
His heart was all a-flutter.
A train came speeding down the track -
Toot! Toot! Peanut butter!
I laughed til the tears came, and never forgot it.
And I still love it :)
The boy stood on the burning deck,
DeleteHis heart was all a quiver,
He gave a cough
And his leg fell off
And floated down the river
Xx
Hahahaha!
DeleteI think I must be like your husband. I don't belly laugh or find humour in slapstick or pranks or jokes and always feel like Margot Leadbetter never finding the joke funny....which is not to say that I don't smile and laugh nearly every day....my husband makes me laugh each and every day (and that is with his clothes on!).
ReplyDeleteOh margo x
DeleteFor me it was watching Bob Monkhouse's Mad Movies with my dad. I can recall it was the Keystone Cops and we laughed until we cried. It was the Keystone Cops on a fire engine - all on the ladder and as the fire engine went around a corner, the ladder suddenly flew sideways and they were hanging onto it like fruit bats . . . Sounds pathetic now but at the time . . .
ReplyDeleteNot pathetic....just lovely
DeleteTravelling in the back of my grandparents' car standing up between the two front seats howling AGAIN AGAIN and laughing til I hurt. I was about 4 years old and my granny was singing The Old Sow Song, with all the sound effects of snorting, blowing raspberries and whistling in between the lyrics. I couldn't get enough of it and never managed to sing it myself! Also laughing myself silly at The Goodies and Norman Wisdom x
ReplyDeleteGrandmothers come up here time and time again eh
DeleteHi John, reading back through everyone's comments it was just this kind of thing that made me start my blog (I am only up to 10 posts I think) because I wanted to put all this daft stuff down for my kids.
ReplyDeleteGrowing up we laughed a lot and still do, and I realize just how lucky we are for that. However, one of my favourites happened after I got married. My oldest son was about 10 and he had a mate staying over for the weekend. We went up to a local ski resort for dinner and because the restaurant was heaving with skiers they put us at a back table by the bar, because that was all they had left.
Both my husband and I thought we had ordered pâté but 2 plates of foie gras came out. Well neither of us could stomach foie gras but were too embarrassed to say anything. Somehow I managed to get mine down my throat but my husband couldn't so I suggested he try giving it to the massive dog that was hanging round our table. Every time my husband tried to give him a piece the waiter came running past us to pick up more drinks from the bar. Eventually we got the whole lot into the dog BUT ....... the bloody thing then decided to crawl under our table and start farting!!! Problem was, everyone could smell the smell but no-one could see the dog.
My husband and I started giggling and every time the kids asked us what was wrong we just collapsed into a heap of laughter. Oh happy days.
I break wind so ften, ive given up blaming the dogs
DeleteGood story.....i have enjoyed all of them today x
I think that it was often me who made everyone else laugh as a child !!!!!! I do remember wanting to make people laugh. I did sit in a clump of stinging nettles, age 2, and think a few people laughed at that !!!! haha Our Dad used to make us laugh a lot.
ReplyDeleteIt was lovely to think that Chris managed a smile at the t shirts !!!! XXXX
He loved them jac,,,,i noticed he carefully folded both in tissue paper and put them away with the other wedding memorabilia
DeleteI laughed and laughed just the other night. On my blog there is a lovely photo of a glass of red wine by a candle. It was supposed to show how I ended my day and relaxed that evening. However, the evening actually ended with me trying to smell said candle but having drank the wine, didn't realise my own strength and ended up with melted candle wax on my breasts! I immediately thought of you and your toilet bleaching moments. X
ReplyDeleteYou mucky cow x
DeleteAt least I didn't milk it and blog about how to get melted candlewax off the carpet! Although, I did successfully. Thankfully, getting it off my breasts didn't involve an iron!
DeleteLol.....just how DID you remove it? X
DeleteWhat, from the carpet or my breasts?
DeleteBoth...its handy to know both...just in case
DeleteCarpet- paper towel and an iron.
DeleteBreasts - it generally just peels off.
Note to self - don't mix naked flames with red wine and low necked pyjamas.
I'll try and remember x
DeleteAnd everyone should have known an Aunty Betty. X
DeleteOr be one perhaps!
DeleteI'm really not as 'gifted' as Aunty Betty and I wish it had been chocolate. X
DeleteAt least betty has been remembered fondly
DeleteThats all i want
She sounds like my Aunty Florrie. Much love John. X
DeleteNite nite x
DeleteWhen I was very little and my father was still alive we had a toy poodle dog (dad and dog died within a couple of days of each other when I was 10). However, dad used to get the dog to go crazy by saying 'get the cats, get the cats'. The dog would go bonkers running round in circles, jumping over furniture, barking her head off until someone opened the back door so she could go out and chase cats that weren't even there. This used to have me and my brother in hysterics and I think it was made even more funny because it made my mum so cross.
ReplyDeleteChris does the same with me
DeleteHe just shouts
" where's the scotch eggs?"
Do you jump over the furniture and do the dogs get cross!
DeleteAlways
DeleteYou owe 'Aunty Betty' big time, John! As you have a great sense of humour!!
ReplyDeleteMy first memory of losing total control..... in church (Catholic school) with my class in grade two with my best bud, Leroy. It was pre Easter so the whole church was filled with students, The 'stations of the cross' was being done around the church and we just happened to be sitting near the one where Veronica was wiping the face of Jesus. And for some reason that only seven year olds could understand at the time, Leroy and I started to laugh uncontrolibly as the words came out of the priest's mouth,'Veronica Wipes the Face of Jesus'. We knew we were screwed! But it was so worth it....even if we did get 'strapped' for it afterwards!!
I loved this jimbo.......i always giggle when our vicar shouts " mrs Davies bring on the baby jesus" during the christmas service
Delete( she brings on the last nativity statue)
Not very often I'll read everyone else's comments but these were great!
ReplyDeleteI had a childhood (and adulthood) filled with laughter. I can't remember the first time I had a belly laugh but I do remember cutting up Christmas cards with my brother to make name tags mum could use. Someone had sent us a card with a picture of their children on it and my brother (who couldn't have beenvery old, pprobably only four) started to defile it with a mustache. I had to run to the toilet I was laughing so hard!
,kev, the overwhelming sense I got from reading the comments, was and is affection...... The affection of family
DeleteAh! John, methinks the comments are as good as the post. My earliest memory of belly laughing is when traveling with my parents and two aunts (both my dads sisters) in the middle of the Aussie bush on some country road. I think I was about 12, it turns out, one of my aunts had a very upset stomach, asked my dad to stop the car and she dashed off into the bush. This happened a couple of more times with increasing urgency until the last time as she was exciting the car and running for the bush, she was hiking up the back of her dress & yanking her bloomers down. This dear aunt was quite a large lady and this performance had us in stitches. I'll let you know,as I was typing this I was still having a little chuckle and this happened more than 40 years ago. Toilet humor still gets me every time
ReplyDeleteLove Jenny
Thank goodness we all have memory eh?
DeleteI remember a summer... about 1969, we had a paddling pool up in the garden, my mum was heavily pregnant with my brother, my nan and grandad were staying with us. Us kids, me and my two sisters were playing in the garden and in the paddling pool. We decided that we would run up to the pool jump into the pool then jump out the other side, run around and do it again in turns. My mum was sitting under the pear tree on a chair watching the proceedings, my Nan asked if she could join the queue. We all said Yes Nan. We all took it in turns to run to the pool, jump over the side, jump into the pool, and jump out over the far side. We all did this then it was Nans turn.. she ran, she jumped in and.... she slipped and fell into the paddling pool, legs akimbo...were we worried about her health... were we hell..all we were bothered about was... "Nan, Nan" you are letting all the water out" Nannnnnnnn get upppppppppp. My mum laughed so much she wet herself ...... such fun.
ReplyDeleteJo in Auckland, NZ
I can so picture that slide scene. I'm thinking about what might have first twisted my mind. My parents were a little twisted in their sense of humor so I may just have inherited it. Okay, will have to ponder this in my journal pages today. Enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteNo belly laughs growing up. Very tense single parent home. Pretty sad. But as an adult its seems my belly laughs come at the most inappropriate times. I was attending a funeral and the daughter of the deceased was reciting a poem she had written and it seem to go on forever. All of a sudden her voice became very shrill and she started talking louder and faster and broke out with all this cursing. Mind you we are in a church. In my head I'm thinkin' WTF??? But everybody was calm. No one cracked a smile. You could hear little giggles but nothin' like I was feelin'. Well, I looked at my girlfriend, and she looked away from me and we both started to laugh. It was all very controlled, subdued, and all that, but tears were streaming down my face, trying to hold this shit in. Now I'm a fair skinned black woman, but my husband said by the time I could get control of myself, I was beet red, and my eyes were bloodshot.
ReplyDeleteGrowing up we were a very serious family, I don't remember any any good laughing sessions. But I could have let myself go many times reading these comments but I had to control myself as I lying in bed reading them. I did have a few tears of laughter escape though !
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