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My Idea of Fun

I can't believe that it's time for another Loose Bloggers Consortium post again.  Where does the time go to?  Mine is running like water from a tap at the moment.

Everyone's idea of fun is totally different.  I sometimes forget exactly what mine is.  I remember one day, about a quarter of a century ago, when I was this timid little typist working in my very first (temporary!) job in an accountant's office on the south side of Dublin.  I was typing a letter when I suddenly remembered a line from a television comedy I'd heard the previous night.  I hadn't been watching this show, I'd just been in the room when it was on.  I played back the scene in my mind as I typed the letters in the accountant's office.  I am a very auditory person and can be attracted (or totally turned off) by the words someone uses or by the sound or expression I hear in a voice.  In this comedy show, some students somewhere in the north of England (with thick accents to match) were discussing how best to use their students union resources to help the poor.  It went something like this.

Voice 1 (male):  Hey, Sonia!  Why don't we take t'Students' Union van and go down to t' market square and distribute 'ot soup and bread rolls to t' down and outs sleeping rough down there?

Voice 2 (female):  Great idea.  This'll be a great opportunity to do something for t' scapegoats of society who've been cast aside in t' rat race because they fail t' conform t' rigid stereotypes....

Voice 3 (male):  You mean dirty old tramps?

As this scene played back in my  mind, my sense of humour had a delayed reaction.  I started laughing and couldn't stop.  The office manager (a girl who'd been about two years ahead of me in school - yes, we'd been recruited by the accountants' wife who'd been a teacher in our school) came in and couldn't believe it when she saw me almost helpless with laughter.  My rather stupid explanation about why I was laughing cut no ice at all.

I'm not surprised they didn't ask me to stay on in that office.  I left when my week was up and never looked back. 

When I told me friends about the hilarious scene in the comedy show, they didn't think it was funny at all.  "It was probably funny at the time," someone said kindly.  How condescending.  "It wasn't at the time, it was twenty hours later," I replied.  Further alienation ensued.

The truth is, everyone's idea of what's funny and what isn't is totally different.

My idea of fun was once to go out for a night with friends, have lots of drinks, a good meal, plenty of conversation and probably go out dancing as well.

My idea of fun now is to have five minutes to myself.  Being a busy wife, mother and daughter-in-law on twenty four hour call, time for myself is a rare and precious commodity.

How life changes!

This is the weekly post for my blogging group, the Loose Blogging Consortium.  We post weekly (usually simultaneously) on a given topic and visit each other to see the different takes we have on the same topic.  We are, in alphabetical order,  Delirious, Rummuser,  Grannymar, Magpie, Maria SF, ocdwriter, Padmum, Paul, Rohit , The Old Fossil and Will.  If you have time, please visit my friends too.  This topic 'My Idea of Fun' was suggested by Padmum. 


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  1. Both of us have got so much fun in our lives that we have decided to post our LBC post on our ideas of fun a day earlier!

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  2. Yes, Rummuser. You said it (blushes). I'm early because of you, I saw your post on Facebook and thought I was late LOL

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  3. I wonder why your blog has decided not to appear in my RSS Feed? What is Blogger up to, first you do not appear and then I have to search to find where to leave a comment. It almost takes the fun away. Maybe I am getting too old for this lark.

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  4. Sorry about that Grannymar! I've no idea what happened. Maybe this is why lots of people leave Blogger.

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  5. The truth is when I saw both of you posting early, I thought of pressing the publish button last night. I did hold out until morning, however.

    I can just see you with those office giggles. I used to get them in church, of all places. LOL

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  6. Sounds as though your sense of humour is spot on. I occasionally find myself in the middle of a Proustian moment - and they may as well be funny as miserable.

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  7. Maria your sense of humur is great! But Yes, everyone's idea of fun is different!

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  8. Hi Maria, We are both under pressure from Elizabeth Harper to comment on her latest post on the history of Dublin! I followed the link in her post and found you here.

    I too think my idea of fun has changed massively in the last few years as I too am a mum/wife etc. I think all my birthdays have come at once if I get a cuppa, book and bar of chocolate in my hands at the same time!

    I hope you get time for some fun in the coming week.

    Gina

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  9. Maria, you are funny! Loved reading about your idea of fun!

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  10. Here's wishing you more time to have your spoonful of fun amidst your multiple roles, many interests and master juggling!

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