Second Hand Humour.

My sense of humour is the latest casualty of The Situation. That’s a disappointment because it’s usually the last of my personality traits to fall asleep when the days turn dark, but fall asleep it has. I can, however, still recognise humour in others.

Last night I was reading some comments on a YouTube compilation of Harry Potter scenes. One man – presumably not a native English speaker – said that he would love to be at Hogwarts where he could wear an invisible clot and spend his time making poisons.

I chose not to correct his deficient vocabulary. It seemed churlish, given that his amusing imperfection in the matter of my language is more than matched by my complete ignorance of his.