A few years ago, The Grafas Fruning Graplecard (for it may have been he), awoke early one morning alone in the bedroom of his stately home.
Things were different, and a pleasurable warmth permeated the bedchamber.
He had surprised himself...!
The Grafas rang for his butler immediately, "Lickbottom", he called excitedly, "I find I have an erection"!
"Oh congratulations Your Grafasness, shall I fetch the Lady Grafess"?
"Good God no - dammit man, fetch a blanket and bring round the Rolls immediately, this is a London job"!
(With sincere apologies to all family and friends, and any other ladies (maybe chaps of a groaning disposition) who may have heard this before. It was told to me by one of my oldest friends, on several occasions back in the 'sixties... many times in fact, on most Fridays, Saturdays, occasionally Sundays and the odd week when we were water skiing in Spain or Italy, or playing rugby in Bexhill. Ron, you were a star then, and this yarn is dedicated to you, wherever you are...)