[sprogs]

Many years ago, when I was a child, I lived in the West Yorkshire town of Leeds.
Near to me was a lovely park with bowling greens, tennis courts and statues.
The most famous of these statues was called "The Lovers".
It was of a man and a woman reaching for each other but for all time separated by just a few feet.
One day an angel came down and said :-
"For one hundred and nine years you have been held apart, for this one Christmas day I give you the power of movement".
The two lovers held and kissed each other tenderly.
Then one said to the other, looking at a nearby shrubbery, "Shall we ?"
They disappeared into the shrubs and for a while nothing could be heard but a groaning sound.
Eventually, they came out from the shrubs and paused before returning to their pedestals.
"Shall we do it again ?" asked the smaller of the two.
"O.K." said the larger, but this time you hold the pigeon while I c**p on it ".