He’s only got little legs.
Reading this joke and nearly spitting out my tea, I realised something. Again. It feels so good to laugh.
In the evenings when we’re debating what to watch on TV, I nearly always say, ‘I want something that makes me laugh.’ I spend most of my days hating my inability to manage normal things, crying a lot when I try anyway and invariably fail, hearing stories of untreatable cancer, grandparents separated as one has to go to a nursing home, watching the minutes tick past while my son does his AQE pratice paper, hearing that the long hip replacement saga has had yet another chapter added to it for my mum, watching the news of civil wars, poverty, famine, plastics killing off huge numbers of ocean life, thoughtless presidents making harmful decisions…Often the only thing that I can do about all this, apart from pray, is to find something to laugh about.
A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I played a hilarious game with his brother and sister-in-law. It was the type of game that leaves you feeling the need for a soul-bleaching, but boy did we laugh. It was one of those belly-clutching, barely breathing, tears streaming down your face times and it was so much fun.
It is true: there is a time for weeping and a time to mourn, but surely, if we are able, there is also a time to laugh. It’s at those times that I am reminded life is not all bad, that I am still capable of happiness. And so are you.
Dishes Sean Connery.