Last week, I was on the Yonge subway listening to a book. I can’t remember the title – I’ve whipped through two more since then – but one of the characters said something that made me laugh out loud.

Now, if I’m working in the garden or out talking a walk and do that, a passswervy might think I was a bit batty. But on the subway, which seems to be a magnet for the lonely, outspoken or disturbed, people simply looked in another direction and paid me no mind. Which, at the time and in that place, was a good thing. Perhaps they were glad I wasn’t panhandling.

Hub is scrolling through the TV guide online and I saw a show called: The Plum Pudding Mystery. I guess now that Halloween is out of the way, the onslaught of Christmas – excuse me – seasonal – advertising will begin.

As we edge into shorter, darker days, I think we need more humour. Especially if, like me, you’re trying to cut back on carbs and sugar and every once in a while, you want to bite a bicycle tire to get something chewy.

Hang around a while and check out today’s serving of silliness.

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