When we were on the dole back in Eastbourne, the bells, the bloody bells used to ruin our precious sunday mornings.
However, once I moved to London I started to enjoy the occasional peal in the heart of the city. Their gentle calling reminded me of my grandparents, even though they were not church-goers particularly. And now when I hear them in British films it reminds me of them and of London and a cool morning mist rolling in off the Thames.
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