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Laugh out loud!

…Or ‘Lol’ as it is evolving into!

What a great way to feel better! Laughter helps with any situation, at any time, if even for the shortest of instants. Life is too short to be serious all of the time, and I deliberately go out of my way to make my life as un-serious as possible. Not that I make myself into a joke or anything – but maybe I do. It doesn’t matter anyway (this comes back to the opinion thing; what anyone thinks is only their opinion, and it isn’t personal to me)!

I love lolling around, I really do! OK, this isn’t exactly the correct use of the term, but I love lolling and laughing out loud. Sometimes, I even do both together – now there’s a special treat to try! Lounge around watching a really funny movie – feel good on two levels! It really is amazing – and good exercise for the stomach muscles too. That ache you feel after laughing uncontrollably isn’t a bad thing – it’s just your body’s way of saying those muscles aren’t used very much – get more practice in!

I love it when I’m involved in one of those contagious bouts of uncontrollable laughter that stem from the most trivial – and perhaps not even remotely funny – event. Something sets someone off laughing, someone else can’t help but join in, and before you know it, you too are clutching your stomach shouting “Stop! Stop! I can’t take anymore!” but secretly hoping it will continue because it feels good. You are connected to everyone else in that moment.

I remember several years ago, I visited a pub with my brother and two friends. It was a Sunday night, and it was very quiet. We got a table on the balcony area of the pub, and there were only five others in there – one girl working behind the bar, a couple stood at the bar, and another couple sat in the other corner on the balcony, under the television. I mistakenly named a song ‘The ballad of Michael Caine’ rather than the correct title of ‘The ballad of Tom Jones’ (by Space featuring Cerys Matthews), and one of the others came up with the line “Don’t throw those bloody spears at me, boyo!”… and that was all it took. I laughed. More a kind of a random high squeal was coming out than a laugh sound, but I glanced to the person who had said the boyo line and he was slumped forward, his shoulders shaking back and forth uncontrollably. That was how he laughed. His laugh made me laugh. And my squeal made him laugh. We were feeding each other. I remember the couple under the TV saying something like “Someone needs to grow up”, but unfortunately that was the wrong thing to say. They made me laugh more. My brother and our other friend who were watching on in a kind of stunned silence crumbled – tears streaming down their faces. And, yes… they made me laugh even more. So now, I was squealing, one friend was shaking, and the other two were crying with laughter. As I came up for air, the girl who was on the bar was on the balcony collecting glasses. Well, she should have been… she was lying across one of the sofas, on her back, mouth wide open and laughing. The couple under the TV had now joined in too – and so had the couple at the bar. Everyone in the place was in fits of laughter. Ooh, that hurt. But what a night!

Whenever we meet up, we very often refer to ‘laughing Sunday’ as we called it.

It probably reads as though it is one of those events that you had to be there to experience it fully, but it was fun! I’d recommend it to anyone!

I also like it when I get a fit of the giggles in places where I shouldn’t. You know that you shouldn’t be laughing, but as hard as you try to keep it in, it just bursts out! I was at the cinema one night (again with my brother), unfortunately I don’t remember the movie, but before the movie began a girl tripped over the arm of the aisle chair in the row in front of us and stumbled into her seat. Her stumble was a classic comedy trip, she even laughed herself, but being polite, I tried not to laugh. In the corner of my eye, my brother was also trying not to laugh, but at the time I glanced toward him, he glanced toward me at the same time… and we laughed. He had to go outside into the corridor to gain his composure. Goodness knows how the girl felt in the row in front, but I’m sure she was laughing too. We weren’t laughing at her, I hasten to add – it was just unfortunate that she was involved in the situation we both found hilarious.

Like I say, I love a good laugh. It is definitely recommended to bring on better feelings! Lol!

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Aim to be a part of life, not an observer!

Sometimes, I really enjoy my own company. I love to spend time by myself, reading, doodling, hitting my keyboard to ‘write’ something for this blog or just to lie down and think.

Other times, I like being in other people’s company, and share jokes, stories and time with them.

Occasionally, I like to sit on a bench in a crowded street or shopping centre and just ‘people watch’. I can make up plenty of stories for the events that I think I see as the world is passing me by.

On the odd occasion, something happens and whoever is around me, whether they be friends, relatives or complete strangers, we are all caught up in that moment – in that one experience – and we are all part of the same thing. That feeling of connection is a great feeling.  I’ve not had that many of these experiences, I’m sorry to say, but I’m hoping to experience many of them in the not too distant future. And if they don’t come to me, well, I’ll have to see about bringing my own great connection moment to the world. How hard can it be?

The reason I’m writing about this is due to the video I have posted on my new ‘Feel Good!’ page on the blog. The video features an out of the ordinary day at Heathrow Airport earlier this year. The video itself is actually for a series of commercials for one of the mobile telephone companies (other mobile telephone companies are available!) but the reaction of some of the people who were present is amazing. They would have felt that great connection feeling when they realised what was going on. I felt it just watching the video, strange as it sounds!

I will add other ‘feel good’ videos (etc) when I find them.


Visiting hours

My Dad is currently in hospital, being prodded, x-rayed, poked, analysed, questioned and tested for various things. He was taken in on Tuesday with a problem with his leg, which seems to have been looked into today, but as I’m not a doctor – or any kind of medical person for that matter – they must know what they are doing. My Dad is fine in himself, so I asked him to pretend he was on a little holiday while he was in hospital, and just lie back and take things nice and easy, and let the other people take care of him.

I’ve been taking my Mum and brother to visit him all this week, hence the short microblogs I’ve been managing to squeeze in, in between driving and sleeping, trying to keep things as close to normal as possible. Bit concerned about visiting the hospital with my cold, but as colds go, it isn’t that bad. We also managed to get the visiting times completely wrong, thinking they were 7 until 9, when they were 6.30 until 8. My Mum wondered why the Sister was glaring at her at 8.30 the other night, but then realised the error when another nurse came around ringing a bell advising all visitors it was time to go.

The people who work on the wards are very hard working. Not only do they have to do their jobs, they have to deal with demanding patients and demanding relatives. They have to give answers without actually giving anything away, yet they always seem calm, under even the most stressful of conditions. I do not think I could do their job, so I raise my hat to all of the people who are carrying out their jobs looking after other people – and I am also grateful that they do what they do.

Can you imagine any other business having visiting hours? One hour in the afternoon and one in the evening where relatives and friends can come in and sit around and chat, while everyone else has to get on with their job? I can’t see it being very easy. I’m not all that keen if someone from another department calls into the office where I work to sit with one of my colleagues for something, and those visits only last for around ten minutes.

But, looking at the work all of these doctors, nurses, orderlies, and others have to do make my job seem even less important, and, in the same token, my complaining about my job trivial. But, having said that, I’ll always find something to have a little moan about at work… just at the moment it isn’t that important at all.


One sentence…

I need one sentence to describe myself.

One sentence that describes everything I have done well, and everything I will do well. Everything I didn’t do well, and everything I won’t do well in the future. Every dream I have had, everything I have created, everything I have learned. Every memory I have. Every experience I have gone through. Every day I have lived. Every cloud I have witnessed a silver lining in. Every miracle I have been aware of. Every magical moment I have been involved with. Every place I have visited, and every place I have yet to go to. Every tear I’ve shed through laughter and sadness, every emotion I have felt. Every smile. Every pain. Every haircut! Everyone I have loved. Every book I have read. Every piece of music I have listened to. Every painting I have admired. Every essence of my reality. Every atom of my existence. Every vibration of my being.

One sentence that will include every minute and trivial piece of information that is unique to me. One sentence that keeps me separate from everyone else on the planet, yet also keeps me connected. One sentence that succinctly sums me up.

I’ve got that sentence now…

I am me.

That’s me in a nutshell!



This is no ordinary well. This is a great well! It is overflowing with whatever you really want. You can only access this well from inside, however, but once you tap into the well, you are, well… well!

Be well!

Feel well!

Do well!

Share your well! Have fun! Enjoy yourself! Feel good!