My ex-g/f and my nan...
... had a weird relationship. The ex- was pretty sensitive about her appearance, and particularly her weight. (She wasn't fat - when we'd met she was a size eight, although she did get a *little* bit bigger, what with all the fine dining I treated to, yeah, right, etc.) My nan, on the other hand, had apparently had a tact-ectomy some time in the fifties. About the fifth time they met, she greeted my other half with the immortal line "Gosh, haven't you put on weight?"

At this point I held my breath, as the ex- was also prone to the occasional violent alcoholic outburst, and on this occasion had needed some dutch courage to build up to visiting my nan... I was braced for pretty much anything.

I wasn't ready, however, for: "Well, you look really old, but at least I can go on a diet."

...

And they both fell about laughing, and got on really well from that day on.

I miss them both.
(SonofRojBlake, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 22:18, Reply)