This has always been one of Anne's more attractive habits. She's spent her entire adult life saying something like "Stroke these mushrooms. Don't they feel just like a foreskin", before breaking down into a helpless bundle of giggles and sniggers. A Full English breakfast of childishness with lashings of Anne or Gary sauce.
Saturday night a whole group of mature, successful, middle-class upright members of society (and Lisa) collapsed into paroxysms of giggles like a bunch of nine year olds saying bugger, shit, buggery, bugger for the first time. It was a group version of when Anne discovered what "wizard's sleeve" was and Finbar Saunders had to phone up and ask her to turn it down a bit.
And all I did was mention granny's tea-towel holder....
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