One of those enterprising type who can aford a camera, and wants to see how the working class lives, comes around the district, (you still get um only they go to other parts of the world now.)
All the family come out to have their photy took, except Grandma, who can't get any further than to the window, where she can look out. To me it seems as though they are grouped knowing that she is there.
By the time the enterprising type has decided he will take the second photo, Grandma has had to sit down and Grandpa has changed his possition.
Mike, I think the other site deserves a smack with my rolled up newspaper, which I keep for swatting spiders in the Bar of the BBC Family Trees Messageboard.

Well, you know me, I couldn't miss this one out. This is our ag labs, folks, our working class, not our champagne glass.
We owe it to them.