My father had a great sense of humour. He saw the humour in situations that others couldn’t, and often kept us in splits of laughter with just a word or phrase.
I realised that I had inherited some of his humour and the ability to make others laugh only when my aunt, my father’s sister, pointed it out. I must have been around 14 then.
So it is very surprising to me that my blog posts are hardly ever funny. I’ve never been so serious for as long a period of time as in Small Town Musings. Is it the world? Age? Well, whatever it may be, it doesn’t hold back Muriel. She is my dose of laughter and humour, an inspiration and a fount of liveliness. Thank you, Muriel!
Head over to her blog for some healthy laughter and fun.
