Grandma (RIP), my mum’s mum, had a big perm and ran a dog grooming/informal kennel thing from her house. Always about 5-10 dogs at her house when we were kids. Don’t remember her ever talking about anything other than dogs and gardening.
Granny on my dad’s side is a Lancashire girl done good, tells lots of stories where she milks how poor she was growing up, so much so that it’s a running joke in the family like the Monty Python four Yorkshiremen thing. She’s quite religious, mainly got into it for the singing but also believes it’s a sin to ever not speak her mind. This has led to her being thrown out of choirs, golf clubs, WI stuff, and offending various members of the family by calling them fat through the years. She’s great at telling rambling stories, usually at family gatherings we just set her off let her range through her incredible memories. Oh and also she lived in the US for a bit and was a 10-pin bowling champion!
