Where I grew up, there weren’t any church bells that I could hear from my house, but there was one in the center of town near the municipal recreation center, where I spent many hours of my youth. As a kid, I became quite fond of that Big Ben tune that preceded the hourly chimes.
Rose at my son’s daycare. Entirely edited on phone.
3yo: “How old will you be on your birthday?”Me: “I’m 34 now, what comes after that?”3yo: “50.”Yeah, that’s pretty much it.
May the Bother be with you.
In 18th century London, the price of admission to an exotic animal zoo was 3 half-pence, but if you were short on cash you could bring a cat or dog as payment. They fed them to the lions. Source