My grandmother and grandfather used to lunch regularly at a local restaurant where they became friendly with another couple. After they both lost their partners, the gentleman would walk her back to her home as it was on the way to his own. One day she saw him waiting the other side of the road to walk her to the restaurant. She climbed into a field behind her flat and walked around to avoid meeting him.
When asked why, she replied that she ”did not want the neighbours talking!
Personally, I would be delighted if the neighbours are talking about me when I get to 94.
How can we thank the Fire Service?
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