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Are you getting enough?

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I’m not getting much myself lately.

I can’t remember the last time I had a good laugh. You know the kind where you just can’t stop. 

According to doctors laughter is better than medicine - give me the drugs any time!

I didn’t find it very funny when I had an injection up my nose at the dentist recently and the dentist was the one laughing all the way to the bank when I paid the bill!

Since retiring I’ve noticed that pensioners can be grouchy, especially when parting with their cash at the supermarket.

Although how the Government expect people to exist at all on their measly pension and still smile is beyond me. 

If only the Government would double the state pension, we could say goodbye to miserable oldies and have pensioners leaping around the shops, happily spending their cash on luxuries like food and flannelette drawers, thereby helping to keep the tills ringing and everyone in employment.

Now why hasn’t George Osborne thought of that?

So far I don’t seem to have inherited the grumpy gene, of course I’ve only been retired about two years so there’s time yet.

I’ve always enjoyed a good laugh and I was often in trouble for laughing inappropriately.

I remember coming home from work one day and telling my mother the Queen had died! Ha, I’m laughing now just remembering her reaction.

She ran round wailing, hands on head, carrying on as if her twin sister had met her maker, I had to own up before she told the neighbours the sad news, then she chased me upstairs with a wooden spoon.

That made me laugh all the more. I was a rotten teenager, sorry mum.
Another time I was caught smoking with my best friend Janice when her mother burst into the room unexpectedly. 

Quickly we put our hands behind our backs. Her mum was very cross and said:  “Have you girls been smoking?” “No!” we indignantly replied.

"Well your arse is on fire then,” she said. And I had the giggles again. I got sent straight home and Janice was grounded for weeks.

Laughing may be good for you but sometimes try as you may, you can‘t stop.

Like the time I went up to London to the see the Phantom of the Opera on a girls day out and during one of the scenes, a woman playing the piano stood up, leaving her skirt behind her, as it was trapped under the piano stool.

As she just stood there in her knickers, singing and acting out the rest of the scene, I almost choked laughing and had to suppress the giggles for the rest of the show.

I‘m off to Holme Lacey House again soon,  I just hope the cabaret singer’s not playing the piano!