The house needs repair, summer is ending, I am old and arthritic. Politics has degenerated to infantile levels, nuclear war is just around the corner and the planet is dying.

For some reason, as detailed yesterday, I am inexplicably happy.

There is quite clearly no reason to be happy, and I don’t consider it to be normal. I prefer gloom and think that a sensible man should expect nothing from life because that is what life is likely to give him.


Botham’s Whitby – an excellent pork pie

I could probably go to the doctor for pills – there must be something I can take to calm me down a bit – though they are likely, as so often, to find something else wrong with me. I wouldn’t mind if it was something interesting but at my age it’s usually something that involves taking your trousers down.

With an interesting disease I could have a whole new career ahead of me. If you can build a modern TV career on being from Essex what could you do if you had scrofula, also known as the King’s Evil or, less interestingly, cervical tuberculous lymphadenitis. That has good historical roots, gives a chance to talk about coins and I feel less guilty making jokes about it than I do about leprosy.

Julia - looking sophisticated in Bakewell

Julia – looking sophisticated in Bakewell

Leprosy used to be a good area for humour when I was younger, as Monty Python proves, but when you read up about it and the fact that more than 50 kids a day are diagnosed with Leprosy worldwide it doesn’t seem so funny.

When you think about it, I do have a lot to be happy about.

Maybe I should look on the bright side of life.

Tea, scones and sunshine. Bettys, Harlow Carr

Tea, scones and sunshine. Bettys, Harlow Carr

I added the photos later, when WP was working properly – they are things which make me feel happy. And in case you were wondering, they are in noΒ particularΒ order.

39 thoughts on “Happiness

    1. Clare Pooley

      Doesn’t she! Probably thinking of a nice slice of Bakewell Pudding, which always brings an enigmatic smile to peoples’ faces. (She’s sitting outside the Bakewell Pudding shop, by the way) πŸ™‚

      1. Clare Pooley

        I know. πŸ™‚ Unfortunately, the last time we were there ( four weeks ago) it bucketed down with rain and we couldn’t do our usual leisurely stroll through the town.

    1. quercuscommunity

      I might have known that someone from the country that gave us Pollyanna would speak up in favour of cheerfulness. Bah, humbug!

      This what happens when you live in a nice place like Maine – too much cheerfulness by half. πŸ™‚

      1. Laurie Graves

        Well, each state has its own characteristic, and Maine is known for its taciturn Yankees, a term that has been mistakenly applied to states outside of New England. I suppose there is no help for it now. On the other hand, French Canadians also settled in great numbers in Maine, and we’re a much livelier bunch. So you’ve got Yin and Yang in Maine. And in our house, a mixed marriage. A Yankee and a Franco. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, doesn’t it? πŸ˜‰

      2. quercuscommunity

        I’ve just been looking at a map of the border (I thought I ought to at least find out where Toronto is as Number Two Son is there). Looks like Maine was really unlucky not to be in Canada. πŸ™‚

    1. quercuscommunity

      Yes, I was reading the Daily mail this afternoon and there is so much to be unhappy about – immigration, EU, tax authorities being unfair to pensioners, banks ripping us off and the need to eat vegetables to stay healthy…


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