So there I was, home from work way too late, sitting round a table with an orange dinner (one of my specials, not a green thing in evidence) and a pair of children. We went through a gamut of impressions, from Spongebob to Stoick the Vast and Alvin the Treacherous. And then we started on those nonsensical playground jokes. You know, whats your name, Mary Jane, Where do you live, down the drain, you get the picture. And the laughter got more raucous and more pointless with every second: a laughter fest. And the whole grimy day just began to fall away. You hear of these wizened old chinese men who hold laughing workshops every morning. Pop psychology holds it that laughter actually releases feel-good substances into the brain. So I thought, why not get a little free therapy? And I joined in, and I had absolutely no idea what we were laughing about. This, I thought, is the epitome of the work-life balance.

Thanks kids.