The story goes that during a debate in the Commons on what to call the bell, Sir Benjamin was about to give his ideas when a backbencher shouted, 'Let's call it Big Ben.
Once he called his son's name in a loud voice; but receiving no reply he launched his great weight, backed by all the undiminished power of his giant muscles, against the heavy door.
“Why? ” exclaimed Ron, slamming his spoon down and glaring at his mother. “Why does my room have to be cleaned out? Harry and I are fine with it the way it is! ”