Yey for grandparents!
My Grandma is 95 and a year or two ago had a brief spell in hospital following a fall. The doctors did all kinds of tests but had to admit that they couldn't tell what had caused her to fall over. They patched her up and sent her on her way.

What she hadn't told them was that she'd had 3 glasses of sherry at a family wedding the day she fell and had been too embarrased tell the medical staff. Silly thing.
( e.m.m.y. foxtrot uniform charlie kilo india tango, Thu 9 Jun 2011, 11:28, Reply)

Brothers...
My grandfather was the youngest of seven brothers. The remaining six were old enough to all be killed in the first world war. Apparently Benjamin (one of the brothers) was a piano-mover and could lift an upright on his back. I wonder sometimes what H&S would have to say about that these days!
( Ugi , it's a game of give and cake, Thu 9 Jun 2011, 11:18, 1 reply)

the good old days
While my Granddad was working his arse off as a member of the team getting the first DeHaviland Mosquito in the air, his wife was getting her arse screwed off by a Canadian airman and she got herself knocked up not once but twice.

She kept the fact that my aunts and uncles weren’t as closely related as they thought they were until her death bed. A nice parting gift for the family.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Thu 9 Jun 2011, 10:52, Reply)