I’ve not laughed so much in ages
So here we are, sitting round the table at Grandma and Grandad’s, Uncle Dan is at one end pulling faces at Rose, Mummy is trying for feed Violet while Daddy holds her and everyone is trying ot eat bithday cake that’s covered in too much sugar and we’re falling about laughing.
Today we at Grandma’s for lunch. Once again the kids have kept us up all night, we’ve had no sleep and are shattered. We’ve made an extra special effort to look nice, looking nice will always give you a lift when you need one, and are sitting down to our dinner.
Grandma’s friend’s are coming to stay. His name Hongo. Of course I’m tired, I’m thinking out loud and I ask if he’s got a brother called pongo, Mary asks if he plays the bongo, back to me has he got anotherer brother mongo, does he live in the congo, does he drink umbong? Umbongo, umbongo, they drink it in the jungle in the congo! At which point we’re all laughing hysterically, the tiredness has gone, Grandma says, in her best straightest face, we’ll actually he is from the congo, and we fall apart laughing again.
Apologies to Grandma and Grandad’s friend for being so rude about your name but thank you for the huge laugh that restored our strength