In case any of you hadn’t noticed, I have now moved my tiny little square of the internet world onto its own domain. It’s like moving house! And being able to break a computer at thirty paces, I was worried I might lose some of you, like treasured possessions, in the move. After all, I haven’t managed to find the bottle opener since we unpacked in our real house, and the weird neighbour across the hall is starting to look at us suspiciously when we borrow hers. Must remember to a) buy a corkscrew or b) buy screw cap wine bottles. Or alternatively venture to the unexplored land of the flats upstairs when in need. You never know, we could make some new friends! I’m loving my new house and my escapades with the girls and the crew that descend on our little flat. I love living somewhere that there is always laughter, whether it be dancing aerobically with the girls in our pjs to pop songs (“oh no wait, I have to put a bra on, I can’t cope with these moves in my jammies!!”) or having friends round to share dinner and have a film night. I love it. Its home.
I’m thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose. ~Woody Allen
I chose laughteriscatching because I want my blog to be like a disease… deadly and spreading virally into all your nasal passages. That sounds gross!
But honestly, in a world where everything costs something and strangers are rarely kind, laughter is still, and always will be, free. It doesn’t cost anything to smile at someone in the street, and I particularly like doing it when in London as people think that you are off your meds and need to be carted back to the funny farm ASAP.
When people are laughing, they’re generally not killing each other. ~Alan Alda
When I was a little girl, my Daddy used to watch M*A*S*H. I remember the drill; I had to make sure I had eaten my tea and was in the bath as Dad came through the front door. He would make a cup of tea and put the TV on, and I would rush to dry off, put my pjs on and thunder down the stairs as I hear the opening credits, jumping onto his lap as the helicopter landed and the show began. It’s still a sound that makes me smile; if I ever switch the TV onto one of the old nostalgia channels I stop for a minute and watch Alan Alda (my childhood hero) and Hotlips and Klinger before turning it over to something else.
Contagious. Adjective. Of a disease. Spread from one person or organism to another by contact.
Catch the bug!
Ways to catch my disease… follow the blog, follow me on twitter (@lillyheart999) for blow by blow updates on what I am eating (that’s what twitter is for, right?) or on Facebook for anything random that I can’t fit in 140 characters. Hurry up and get on the fun bus!!*
*disclaimer. I don’t actually have a bus. Awkward.