wellywood
Established Member
The sound of church bells will always remind me of my grandparents.
When my grandfather died quite suddenly, I went to see my grandmother and asked her what had happened.
'Oh,' she said. 'We were making love and his heart just gave out.'
I said how dangerous it was for people of their advanced years to be engaged in such strenuous activity.
'Not at all,' she said. 'We worked out many years ago that if we made love to the slow ding dong of the church bells we would be quite safe.'
She wiped a tear from her eye.
'He'd still be with us if Mr Whippy hadn't come along.'
When my grandfather died quite suddenly, I went to see my grandmother and asked her what had happened.
'Oh,' she said. 'We were making love and his heart just gave out.'
I said how dangerous it was for people of their advanced years to be engaged in such strenuous activity.
'Not at all,' she said. 'We worked out many years ago that if we made love to the slow ding dong of the church bells we would be quite safe.'
She wiped a tear from her eye.
'He'd still be with us if Mr Whippy hadn't come along.'