This gem was sent to me in an email by a guy who has been an on and off contributor to my Poetry Thread on Linkedin, which has been weaving away for over three years now. He’s one of those people who has an amazing capacity to say the right thing at the right time.
Ever since I got the email a few days ago, I’ve been wondering what common sense dancing would look like and that thought process has brought me on all sorts of light hearted journeys but I keep coming back to this particular image of my late father:
Dad just loved to laugh, was a brilliant dancer and was full of common sense.
What makes this photo so humorous to me is the fact that Dad is sitting on grass and I can just hear him say: ‘ Who’s that bloody eejit?’ He got pneumonia as a kid from sitting on dewy grass after playing handball with his friends. He nearly died from it and spent the best part of a year in bed. We were never, ever, ever let sit on grass when he was around, unless there was a waterproof groundsheet beneath us.
I’d love to hear/see what images float into your head when you think of Humour as common sense, dancing.
Here’s a bit of Irish dancing to get those images tapping!