Monday 25 June 2012

thought eighteen: things that make me giggle

I love to have a good laugh. a real chuckle. laughing just makes everything somehow better.

Things like...

When Markus gets his English wrong and says things like "What do you call a butterfly baby?" (clearly he means a caterpillar) or "my stomach is broken" (which obviously means he doesn't feel well).

When someone trips over their own feet then quickly scans the room to see if anyone noticed.

When someone tells a joke and laughs so hard that you don't even get the ending but their laughter is so contagious you are on the floor rolling.


This photo.

My brother and the humour that only the two of us understand. Like the endless poo-related themes and the times he would put a mattress in my door so when I opened it I couldn't get out.

When Eleanor hears the word "fart" and her whole face cringes in horror.

When someone in their car picks their nose at the traffic lights thinking no one is looking, then turns slowly to see that you've witnessed the whole event.

When children make comments like (little girl talking to her grandma) "Mum is going to be so mad at you when she finds out you've drawn on your legs" (she was referring to her varicose veins)

Things make us laugh, things make us giggle. It is the greatest gift, to make someone smile, to make them happy. Smile, laugh, love life and make the most of it. 


Thursday 7 June 2012

thought seventeen: mumford and sons

Oh.my.gosh.

Mumford and Sons. came to our tiny town of Lowestoft.

Last weekend I went to Brussels to say goodbye to my Mum and Dad before they move back to Australia. It was a weekend I have been dreading for probably the past 4 years and it finally came. It's just the knowledge that they will literally be on the other side of the world to me, that hurts.

So, I needed to have something to distract me. I got up at 5:30am on Tuesday, said goodbye to my parents (lots of tears) and drove the long journey back to England. We quickly grabbed something to eat and headed out to the little local theatre hall (Marina Theatre) to see...


my.word.amazing.

We were in Row B, right at the front! I have never sung so loudly or passionately! The theatre only holds 700 so it was a totally intimate evening. They even unplugged and stepped out towards the audience to sing acoustically. 

Here are just a few moments that I captured through the Canon.



They sang acoustically.

This was the supporting act, King Charles.