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….
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I share your feelings about how childhood experiences can leave lasting damage, but, yes, it’s good to try and find things to laugh about from memories of childhood, too.
I loved the Bill and Ben clipping. That took me back to when we first got a telly in the fifties. At last I felt we’d gone up in the world, that having a telly meant we’d become ‘posh’. I have happy memories of ‘Watch With Mother’ and thank you for reminding me of them.