When Mandy died, my sense of humour left in a fast car and my forced smiles were fake, plastic ones. I doubt if heavy drinking for 8 years helped in the long run either. Now that the gift of laughter has gradually returned, I mean to feed, nurture and tenderly fondle it to ensure it stays with me. You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, and losing your sense of humour is no laughing matter. I couldn’t decide which song to put here, so I’ve chosen 2. Entirely different in style, they both have a poignancy for me and were both loved by Mandy and I.