Thanks for popping in. Friday again. The days and weeks are flying by again. It’s the 8th of January already! Friday’s blog a private peek, right?
I must thank Linda Dewar for reminding me yesterday about Spike Milligan’s sublime little verse about smiling. Have always loved him, his humour, and this little poem; it’s so true! It’s ironic how he writes about smiling as a pandemic, when we are in the grip of a global one.
In case you aren’t familiar with the verse, here it is for you….
Smiling is infectious,
you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner
and someone saw my grin.
When he smiled I realized
I’d passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile,
then I realized its worth.
A single smile, just like mine
could travel round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin,
don’t leave it undetected.
Let’s start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected.
Of course, now we are learning to smile with our eyes, because our mouths are hidden behind masks. And at the moment we aren’t even seeing anybody to smile at!! So here‘s what to do:
Stand in front of the mirror, and smile. Go on. A huge great grin. You’ll feel better for it, I promise you. Spike Milligan would think so too.
I just went to Wikipedia, to find out more about Milligan. It’s been 18 years since he died, you know. In Rye, just down the road from us here in East Sussex. He was born in India in 1918, and his name was actually Terence, but he didn’t like it, so he went with Spike, because of a band he liked, called Spike Jones and his City Slickers! I wonder what he would make of the current state of affairs. I was talking to myself the other day, as is my wont , and i wondered what my grandparents would have to say. Those people who survived two world wars.
Anyway. Back to Spike. He is buried in Winchelsea, near where we live. And do you know what it says on his gravestone?
“I told you I was ill”
Love and laughter always.
Stay safe. And WEAR A MASK IF YOU GO OUT !!! It’s easy!