Now in his eighties, like many other men his age he had ‘men’s problems’. His mind was making bedtime plans his body was no longer able to keep. He consulted his doctor who prescribed viagra, advising him to read the accompanying leaflet first.
Nobody reads leaflets... except him, slowly. Finally, he plucked up courage late one evening and sure enough, almost instant response. He quickly hopped into bed beside his wife, signalling his intention.
“I’m not in the mood. Is that all you men ever think about?”
It wasn’t all bad though. At least he stopped rolling out of bed.