Oodles of noodles

My new catchphrase is “Alby you do make me laugh”.  I must say it at least ten times a day. 

When Mark first left I remember being really worried that the house wouldn’t have as much laughter in it with him not being around.  Not in the sense of us all mourning his absence and becoming sombre, but because Mark is such an incredibly, genuinely happy person.  When he is happy all of him is happy – there is nothing subtle about it.  Whilst I’m more reserved and may just smile at something, Mark will actually erupt with laughter; a chuckle will burst out of him, he’ll throw his head forward from the energy of it, slap his knee and tears will form in the corner of his eyes.  And funny situations seem to have some type of contagious effect on him so that he will then give back with something hilarious in return.

I shouldn’t have worried though as Alby seems to have channelled his father and is already a pro at ensuring that we both get exposed to plenty of smiles, giggles and even the occasional cackle of laughter every single day. 

Today the thing that really got me going was watching Alby eat noodles.  Maybe it’s because I’m an incredibly simple person at heart, maybe it’s because Lady and the Tramp is one of my favourite Disney films or maybe it is because as a teenager I genuinely wanted to change my nationality to Singaporean (not totally random, I’d been living in the country for three years and was, clearly, highly impressionable) whatever the reason Alby’s love of egg noodles makes me happy.  And watching him slurp and sucker them up makes me laugh.  And I like to think that if Mark were at the dining table watching it too he’d be chuckling away too.