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A-Z of Midlife: H is for Humour

July 23, 2009

You’ve got to laugh haven’t you? Well, either that or cry. And as I think I may have mentioned before, I already do a fair amount of that, so it’s only right that I redress the balance from time to time with a good old laugh. I mean there definitely IS a funny side to midlife, isn’t there? Isn’t there?

Take today for example… I was in mid-conversational flow when suddenly, it vanished. Just like that, it was gone – a word. It wasn’t even an interesting word either – it was fridge, or as I ended up referring to it, the ‘thingamy’. Lots of things in my house find themselves temporarily renamed the ‘thingamy’, or if I’m feeling particularly creative I’ll refer to them as ‘oojamyflips’. Of course, this is reserved solely for inanimate objects, whereas people are given due deference by being called ‘whatshisname’ (male) or ‘whatshername’ (female). And who amongst us hasn’t gone striding purposefully into a room to then suddenly stop short, trying desperately to remember what it was that we’d actually gone there for?

Hmm… and then of course, there are the physical changes. No, it doesn’t feel particularly funny when you’re suddenly so overcome with heat that you seriously think that you might be a major cause of global warming! But we DO laugh, we might as well have a sense of humour about it – we can take it. Which reminds me… if you haven’t yet discovered Perrie Menopudge, a grown up cartoon for women that celebrates the healing power of humour, head over to and have a laugh.

I’ll leave you with something that arrived in my inbox recently. It made me chuckle.

A man and his wife were having difficulty remembering things, so they decided to see a doctor who was reputed to have great success in helping people with memory problems. A few weeks later, they were telling a friend how helpful the doctor had been. The man said that he, too, was having memory problems and asked for the name of the doctor. The husband said, ‘You’ll have to help me a bit with the memory technique. Let’s see, a flower, long stem, thorns…’ ‘Rose…?’ the man guessed. ‘That’s it!’ said the husband, ‘Hey Rose, what’s the name of that doctor?’ 

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