It was one of those holidays where all they seemed to do was visit churches and an endless steam of castles.
George was getting tired of it and was heard on more than one occasion to voice his opinion about the monotony of the tour.
By the end of the first week with the prospect of another week of the same he felt he had to do something, anything to break the boredom.
To make it worse on the tour were the Anderson sisters, Gladys and Myrtle who loved the churches and who stood for ages photographing every aspect of every castle.
George was often the first back to the bus and would doze off waiting for his fellow travellers to return. For reasons lost on him the Anderson sisters always sat in front of him. Their excited conversation about one thing and another drove him to distraction as they drove from one site to another.
After a visit to a castle in Boylen, the sisters were particularly fascinated by the bull situated at the front of the castle.
George was taken aback by the nature of their conversation.
“Did you see the balls on that bull?” asked one to the other.
“It was a lot of bull I could see that plain as the nose on your face.” replied the other.
“Imagine that climbing on top of you,” said one.
“Ohhhhhhh yuck,” they both chorused and laughed together.
“I feel a bit..” whispered one to the other.
“So do I,” stated the other.
“We’ll have to sort it out tonight.”
“Of course, though I think we’d best buy a new battery.”
After that they were quiet, and George wondered about the innocence of the sisters as they appeared to be having too much of a good time.