We sat around the dinner table, three generations of a loving family quietly munching on roast chicken, when my 72 year old mother asked,
"So have you noticed any difference with your new vibrator?"
Alfie went 50 shades of green, Oz's dinner came out his nose and Dad just kept munching on his chicken.
"Belt"' I squeaked, cleared my throat, "It's a vibrating belt mum"
"Yes", she twinkled.
The boys haven't been able to look me in the eye since...