My partners maternal grandma was a cool old bird with lots of interest and hobbies. She was a great collector of all sorts of stuff, and in particular she was a right into vexillology (studying and collecting flags). She had loads of them all over her house. On the other hand, my maternal grandma was a sour cow. She was a staunch monarchist, and an all round nasty, senile old boot.

My partners grandma, good grandma, lovely hearted soul that she was, would still invite the grumpy grandma over for a sherry by the fire on a Sunday afternoon. One time, after a tipple or two too many, grumpy grandma got all shitty and grabbed one of good grandmas favourite flags and threatened to throw it on the fire! Good grandma was not impressed and tried to calm her down, saying 'hey now' and grumpy grandma muttered some monarchist threats about her king being dressed in red or something and how she bet $5 he will kill you dead. Poor good grandma was terrified and reduced to uttering only gibberish like 'Iko Iko un-day' or some shit...
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Sun 5 Jun 2011, 7:09, 1 reply)

Clever you. I think.

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