If you’re as old as me and grew up in the UK, you’ll probably remember watching two puppets, who used to say things like “Loblob” (for “lovely”) and “Flobberpop” ( for “flowerpot”). If you want, you can see them here:
I suppose that’s where this post’s title comes from, although it’s only vaguely connected to the topic.
Amos Oz’s grandmother used to say:
If you have no more tears left to weep, then don’t weep. Laugh.
I know that because I’m reading his memoir: A Tale of Love and Darkness.
I’ve shed a few virtual tears here about my childhood and what it did to me. Perhaps it’s time to laugh about it. If I can….