I write a fair bit on the blog about freedom.
- Freedom from self-loathing.
- Freedom from addictive behaviour.
- Freedom from secrets and lies.
- Freedom from unhealthy relations.
- Freedom from doubt and fear.
It can be pretty heavy reading at times so I believe it is important to add a sprinkle of humour to the posts. My sense of humour I would call quirky (others have preferred terminology such as ‘juvenile’ or ‘deeply embarrassing.’) Each to their own I suppose.
But I’m not afraid to laugh at myself because, if we didn’t laugh, then the world truly would be a much bleaker place than it currently is. My wife, Fionnuala, also has a sense of humour. Well she did marry me after all. I have caused her heartbreak many times but she has bafflingly always stood by me.
She does get her own back occasionally, however. And this morning was one of…
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