Granny Lost The Plot

The festivities were over.

It had been a beautiful wedding.

The last drunken auntie had been escorted off the premises. Elly was relieved.

After a relaxing Radox bath, she slipped into her slinky silk black nightie, and waited for her George.

George finished his ablutions, slipped into bed beside her and proceeded to do his Sudoku puzzle.

“George,” whispered Elly “’tis very cold for this time of year.”

“Hang on, Elly.” George climbed out of bed and fetched an extra blanket which he tenderly tucked over his Elly. He went back to his Sudoku.

“George,” murmured Elly “I’m still freezing.”

Once more, her husband left the marital bed and covered Elly with his towelling bathrobe. He went back to his Sudoku.

“George,” said Elly in a husky voice “When I lived with me mammy she used to cuddle me in close and put her arms around me whenever I was cold”

George, by now impatient with his new wife, said “Elly! If you think I’m going up North for your mammy at this time of night, you can forget it!”

A little tear ran down Elly’s cheek as she reached for her latest Maeve Binchy

George went back to his Sudoku.

Good night Elly.

Good night George.

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Please note that the above is a work of fiction. Any resemblance with anyone living or dead is entirely coinkydinkle.

No animals were hurt in the process either.