The postman only visits once a week now.
I think the Post Office think I don’t notice but I DO!
For every Thursday or Friday I get a Couple of junk letters, a few flyers and perhaps two regular letters.
Bastards !
Yesterday there was a card, handwritten and stamped ( a rarity I thought)
After 38 years I even recognised the writing, it was a card from Tracey my old psychiatric nurse mukker from the 80s.
We have been corresponding on line for a little while now, and it’s been interesting to explore just why we were friends in the first place .
It was all down to humour.
Most of my friends possess a good sense of humour.
Nu, is the most notable as she and perhaps Tracey possess the most overt and infectious types of humour. They light up a room with it upon entering
And that is a skill I envy.
I say this, knowing full well that my humour is an asset, it is an icebreaker, defence mechanism, friend maker and friend. From an early age, I found it fended off bullies and helped me get by in school and at home, and although not honed in those salad days of psychiatry I learned quickly how to use it to my advantage.
People without any humour and warmth baffle me.
Admittedly they are few and far between, but they do exist.
More commonly the humour is leeched out of them by sadness , circumstance or lack of use, but I like to think that grains of it remain, just waiting for someone or something to ignite it .
I remember a patient of mine , who was mute, laugh loudly and strongly when a bad boy in his hospital ward got knocked on the head by a vase, held by another mute patient.
Just something in that odd moment hit that chuckle muscle and off he went like a bottle of champagne
😂This made me chuckle .🤣 I know exactly what you mean ! Happiness and joy to you .☀️ Make it a great weekend ! 🦋
ReplyDeletelove from Daisy Debs x
DeleteThis is very YOU!
ReplyDeleteand dare I say, a valid on line one.
Off to bed!
Lee
most people can appreciate humour but a lot less can produce it because it takes a lot of practice and a lot of risk taking.
ReplyDeleteYour humour and eye for detail always show through
That lovely helpless laughing fit! Makes you feel so warm and good.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing quite as cathartic as a good old belly laugh. One of those that makes you laugh so much, you end up crying. xx
ReplyDeleteOver the last couple of decades I think people have had the humour sucked out of them. There is the political correctness lurking and waiting to jump on anything that potentially offends. I am going to see Micky Flanagan next month and know I will be crying with laughter by the end of the show.
ReplyDeleteThe mute's chuckle muscle seems to have been sparked by a moment of cruelty. However, it's good to laugh, to poke fun, to be silly - not all the time but frequently. Was tickling clients part of your counselling training?
ReplyDeleteWhen I grew up, my father was always in pain, so not a lot of humour there. In my first marriage, to an alcoholic, no humour, just keeping clear of him. But my second husband had that Scottish sense of humour that really attracted me. I have found that my British sailing buddies all had great funny stories to tell and were always amusing, specially the Bobby. Your humour keeps me reading your blog every day. Thank you John. Gigi
ReplyDeleteI worked in such a serious office for 15 years, that it killed much of my humor. I need to bring it back to life.
ReplyDeleteThank you for starting my day with a "belly laugh". My dear Mother-in-Law was the best at that. It was impossible not to laugh along even if you had no idea what was funny! Jackie.
ReplyDeleteBeing funny is one of my best traits. I love to get people laughing.
ReplyDeleteOur mail delivery is less frequent too. Seems like twice a week, maybe?
ReplyDelete(I realize that is not a humorous comment. :) )
DeleteIt may be time for a mail blitz, by your readers to you. We could keep your postal people busy!
ReplyDeleteThat’s what he was angling for.
Delete... and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. :-)
DeleteThe cutting back of post deliveries was well publicised.
ReplyDeleteSome people have the humour batterered and abused out of them in childhood to the extent that it no longer exists.
Not a single grain.
Her....trying not to pee her pants. :)
ReplyDeleteThe whole post (your writing) not postal post...makes me smile and still smiling. You make me happy.
I believe that my favorite thing about our family is how we make each other laugh.
ReplyDeleteChanging the subject for a moment John, I wondered if you'd heard Pat reading a poem aloud on the blog Life's Funny Like That?
ReplyDeleteA short poem called The Hardy Thistle.
It was nice to put a voice to the face.
Ahhh, I see from her sidebar that you do follow her.
DeleteYellow Shoes: I think the poem may have been a poem that Pat actually wrote.
DeleteDebby thank you, I didn't know that was one of hers; how lovely.
DeleteYes I have a copy of it sent to me recently
DeleteThe accent is unmistakable
Thank you Debbie,
Delete-Mary
Humor. I used to be a lot funnier than I am now. I sometimes wonder what happened to that. Maybe I need to start giving my chuckle muscle a regular workout. As they say, if you don't use it, you lose it!
ReplyDeleteI guess it’s easy to get out of the habit
DeleteThat video was priceless and proves laughter is wonderfully infectious. In our family, just a couple of words can trigger a funny family memory that instantly has us all in stitches. That, too is priceless.
ReplyDeleteTa for the laughs, John.
Hugs!
We all need that kind of laugh
DeleteOn a trip to germany with my daughter, we watched a commercial, in German of someone trying to teach a cat to pee in the toilet, which it did and we got to laughing just like those two women. Now one of us just has to say pishing and we are off again. Maybe you need one of those contraptions to teach your kittens to use the toilet, no more kitty litter! Gigi
ReplyDeleteIf only, god knows if only
DeleteJohn. Sending you a thought from San Francisco
DeleteMy wife has two 'Gin Club' friends who regularly visit on Friday evenings. One has a wonderful sense of humour, and the other has none. You can imagine which one I like the most!
ReplyDeleteHumour has always been only slightly under the surface in our family, nurtured and cherished by my Dad, only my brother stands slightly outside of the manic moments we sometimes have, just not quite getting it ... but then he does work for the Inland Revenue. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI always come away from people that have no sense of humour feeling that I have somehow let them down or annoyed them. As for the post, we have about two deliveries a week here, and we live next door to a post man ... perhaps he could be bribed to bring ours home with him.