My recently widowed Grandmother (a.k.a. "Nanny") called me last night around 11.00pm. I think she still gets confused by the time difference.
Obviously I love her but she does offer loads of (unintentional) comic relief. She once sent me a letter addressed to "Scotchland" - which summed it up, really.
- Hi, Jennsy (Note: my nickname), how are ya? How's your arm? (Note: I had the swine flu vaccination last week)
- Hi, Nanny. Yes, my arm is better, thanks.
- Are you ok? There isn't flooding there. Is there?!
- No, it's just raining a lot lately but no flooding
- Well, I saw on the news that there was flooding in England and in the South of Scotland. Are you sure you're ok?
- Yes, Nanny, fine.
- Ok. I also saw on the news that there was a car bomb found in Belfast; it's all starting up again. Why can't they all just get along?!?! They're all Christians....!?
- Well, yes, but that's only part of it. Some people in Northern Ireland want to join the South - the Republic of Ireland - while others want to remain part of Great Britain.
- Yes, Nanny.
- The South? You mean....Ireland?
- Well....why won't Great Britain just let them then?
- Uh, well, not everyone wants them too, I guess.
I gave up after that.