Even pansies lose their sense of humour and can only glare at you instead of laughing. I remember when I was a kid and the camera would suddenly appear. Mum was ready for a photo. It was either a holiday photo somewhere on a beach or in front of a caravan, or it might be Christmas. The main thing was to smile for the photo, or she would say “say cheeese” which was supposed to provoke a nice smily mouth. Of course I obliged.
I used to laugh at comedy programmes on the radio or TV. There was The Goon Show, Hancocks Half Hour, the American Sergeant Bilko, I love Lucy, The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show. That was good enjoyable laughing. Later there was more satire involved with Monty Python and Michael Bentine, but today? There is no longer genuine laughs. I watch the british TV and notice all the laughs are canned, from a recording of laughs. There is no audience, but all takes place in the clinical atmosphere of a studio.
My laughter today is taken from the real life situations. When my grandson laughs, I laugh with him. I often have a laugh to myself when reading a humorous book, although that is when everyone wonders what I am laughing at.
And now I will prepare myself for my next physio therapy, I can even see the funny side of that, especially when I do my newly developed walking without support, something like a duck waddle.