BF2S Forums A profound thought

25+ years ago I'd go out with my Nan for dinner in a pub somewhere, she would cram her handbag full of those little sauce sachets and send me off to get more, then if any empty space was left in would go servettes, I was dead embarresed.  This is the same Nan who got smashed one day, went picking Strawberrys, fell threw the field pissed as a fart, eat all the ones she picked bar two and got to the shed, wobbled, hiccuped and but a basket with 2 strawberrys in and gave a huge red smile.  The man asked 'Have you eaten any madam' to which she replied 'No'.

She would do the same to grapes in the supermarket when she was sober.  Nans are wicked, mine was, Im gutted she aint with us anymore.