special chocolates
My Gran was well renowned for being tight.

Despite my Grandad having left her close to a million when he died (he'd worked as a banker in the city in the sixties), she never spent any money on anyone (including herself), and without fail each Christmas would give us back our own Christmas presents from the previous year wrapped in the same wrapping paper - she'd never completely unwrap presents but merely tear open the side, have a look at what was inside, and store the presents for re-distribution the next year).

She was the worst when it came to chocolates, which she loved. She'd never buy her own and would always steal as many as she could from us kids - even going as far as to surreptitiously load up the pockets of her 30 year old jam encrusted cardigan with as many as she could pilther.

This just wasn't fair - I was 7, she was 75.

I'm still quite ashamed of the following. Every Christmas day we'd go for a drive in the car followed by a nice country walk. One year we were down in Pembrokeshire and had a walk along the cliff tops. It was muddy, and there were sheep everywhere. When we got back into the car to go back, my Gran got in beside me and noticed I'd brought in a load of sheep droppings on my boots, and these were now all over the seat.

"Oooh, chocolate raisins?"
"Yes".

She filled up her pockets, and crammed the rest into her mouth.

She was a senile old bat and never noticed.
( rofl harris, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 10:36, 1 reply)

2 grannies 1 sheep

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 14:19, closed)