Happy caterwauling

Last night, some Granny friends got together, ate stuff, sang stuff, and laughed so much that, personally, my ribs ache today. We got to talking about our auncient mums and suchlike, and I said that Grandma didn’t sing anymore because her voice now sounds like an angry chicken.

When I went over to see her today, I was quite pleased to see that she’d made a liar out of me. She and two other auld ones clustered around the dining room piano; one was playing and all three were singing. They were all singing off-key, and all in different wrong keys, so it was quite painful to listen to. But they were having such fun! I didn’t have the heart to interrupt them.

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