Laughing This Morning

Two of my favourite presenters, Holly & Phil:

The Laughing Baby

Fridays are now The Friday Laugh day.  Here’s today’s:

 

More Prompts

Tell us about something you’ve done that you would advise a friend never to do.

Malteser First Aid Recovery Position (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I once asked you for a Malteser.

I would advise you never to return the ask.

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What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?

That people who don’t often laugh, would come here and laugh at me.

I’ve already started with my family.  They laugh at me all the time.

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Go back in time to an event you think could have played out differently for you. Let alternate history have its moment: tell us what could, would or should have happened?

DID:  I asked a friend for a Malteser.  She laughed, then quaked (for obvious reasons).  Then she gave me one.

SHOULD:  I asked a friend for a Malteser.  She gave me the whole packet and a voucher for more.

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Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.

Belly Laugh Day.

Everyone is required by law to watch funny DVDs and tell jokes and amusing stories.

Anyone noncompliant will be tickled by banana skins wearing feather dusters. Whether it is the banana skins or the noncompliants who wear the feather dusters is up to you.

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Write a letter to your 14-year-old self. Tomorrow, write a letter to yourself in 20 years.

We’ve done something similar before but, okay, here goes.  I’m nothing if not compliant:

Dear Tilly,

N.

Love Tilly.

PS Eat less.

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Dear Tilly,

T.

Love Tilly.

PS I told you you should eat less. 

 

Unhappy Anniversary

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Imagine it’s August 2021 – what is your life like?

If ever there was an exercise in futility…. 

On this very day, Fifteenth August, 1996 – fifteen years ago – I arrived back in the UK after fourteen years in South Africa, with two children, two prams, eleven trunks full of stuff I wouldn’t see for eight months, six suitcases, and the expectation that the Hub would follow me and we would have no trouble finding jobs, a home and a happy new life.

The Hub followed me, so that was something.

We found ourselves homeless and jobless; he got sick with CFS/ME; our money ran out; and three of our parents died within eighteen months of each other.  Did you ever stand in a hurricane and wonder how you got there?  Me neither, but I bet I know how it feels.

Work for a better future, definitely; but don’t expect it.  Expectations are a waste of time.  Dreaming is a waste of time.  Live in the now, and make the most of it; be grateful for what you have – a happy marriage; great kids; much laughter; a roof over your head and food, however burnt, on the table.

I’d rather look back on laughter and good times than hope for it to come, because there are no guarantees.

Let’s Get Serious

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What do you want to accomplish with your blog? What is it for?

To make you laugh.  S/he who laughs last, lasts.  People who laugh live longer.  Unless they get hit by buses while doing it.

Laughter isn’t the best medicine (if it was, I could stop donating to Cancer Research), but it’s the best coping mechanism.

When I started my blog – to stop Tory Boy’s nagging – I was simply looking for an outlet for my writing.  I had no focus.  I wrote about my life and tried to make it funny, bunging in the occasional poem or cartoon.  Then I discovered that the funnier I was, the more comments – and visitors – I received.  Because people like to laugh.  I elbowed the poems, changed my tag line, and learned to do with less sleep as I sweated over finding the funny in everything.

To celebrate being thirty three percent done with Post a Day/Post a Week, share your top three favorite posts that you’ve published since starting the challenge.

I posted 78 times in April alone; I have no chance of recalling a favourite.

Instead, I’ll tell you my favourite things about blogging:

• meeting all you wonderful readers and your delightful blogs
• learning the art of sucking up
• finding interesting titles – not always, as today’s title shows
• sharing searches that find me
• reading comments – you always surprise me
• feeling like Sally Field at the Oscars – you like me; you really like me!

 

Looks like Orson Scott Card had it wrong, by the way: the dirtiest word isn’t Third.*

*A preview of a future prompt.

And one final thing I love about blogging:

• having a place to disgorge random thoughts and knowing that you can’t understand all of the Tilly, all of the time, but you don’t seem to mind

Another Favourite Number

After I made the prompt post yesterday, the Hub and I had the following conversation:

Me: My favourite number is 134 million.

Hub: Why?

Me: Because that’s how much I’m going to win in Friday’s Euro Lottery Rollover.

Hub: My favourite number is £1.90

Me: Why?

Hub: Because that’s how much you need to scrape together if you want to add it to the kitty to have enough to buy a ticket.*

We don’t have a lot of money but we have a lot of laughs.

*The Euro Lottery costs £2

The Laughing Baby

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