My dad lives on a quiet, tiny little Yorkshire street.
It houses about 20 bungalows, each housing residents over 60. My dad's uncle, Jack (and his wife), live over the road, and next to Jack, lives Mary, a small, bespectacled seventy-something.

Next door to Mary, on the corner, lived Eric, aged eighty. Eric had been in an old people's home for a few weeks when his nephew Chris started coming over to use the house as a 'lovenest'. Though he was married with two kids, the family was in Oz, and he was here, in Blighty, with his male friend Richard.

Mary knew nothing of the depth of Chris' friendship with Richard until she was drawing the curtains one night. Chris and Richard were sitting watching the TV. Naked. Mary keeps watching and they stand up and start kissing. And touching.

Reciting this story the next day to my Uncle and Aunt, she cried "Oh it was awful! Two grown men! It was such a shame..." she trailed off.

"A shame?" said my aunt.

"Yes! I was in such shock I forgot to ring you and borrow your binoculars!"
(Northern Lovely, Sun 14 Oct 2007, 13:15, Reply)