Grand dogs

A couple of weeks ago I went round Mary's to complete part 2 of our ongoing seeing bee. As usual her house was blessed with the expected enthusiastic relative. Luckily for me this week we were blessed with a long list friend of the family living in New Zealand and currently mid way around her 2 month tour of Europe.

"Ooh" she says "Venice was absolutely lovely, all the rivers and such" 

Wonderful I thought this is perfect for my blog.

She proceeded to coo over Lizzie, Mary's jack russell, "oh" she said tearing up a bit "he reminds me of my...... My... My little grand dogs" 

Mary's mum is obviously confused at this statement, and rightly so, "it's a she" she interjects "and um ..... " poor Mary's mum reddens with embarrassment for this brazen women before her "what's a grand dog?"

"Oh, well you know, my daughters dogs...." To reiterate her point "she doesn't  have children" shock.

This brazen women's name escapes me so I'll call her Sandra, she looked like a Sandra. 

"Here, in enlgand,  we don't have grand dogs" possibly the most wonderful sentence ever to have escaped anyone lips.... This from Mary's mum.

The conversations developed further until a rather fascinating story involving a mild stroke and Facebook was relayed. It transpired that Sandra's husband had had a mild stroke (though she had no way of knowing it was mild at the time) whilst they were out in a wildlife reserve. As the paramedics arrived, Sandra withdrew her IPhone and began snapping pictures of her semi paralysed husband as he was carried away on a stretcher. "Excuse me ma'am, bit you can't take photos of casualties" the paramedic had rightly reminded her.

Her response was delivered to the room in which sat her husband, Mary's mum, Mary and myself with that sort if laughter supported speech that causes the speaker to speak each word as if they are a beginning a new sentence "And..... Then.... I.... Said ..... It's..... Ok.... He's.....My ..... Husband"

Rightly so the paramedic was slightly taken aback, frantically trying to recall wether spousal relations was tackled on that day he missed 'civilian relations training'. He let her continue "in just tKing photos to remember this day ..... And put it on Facebook" this brazen red faced women exclaimed. The paramedic turns away, he has no time for this shit. 

The insinuations here is that it is ok to take photos of a dying man, as he is whisked away to hospital, to post of social media.... As long as that man is your husband. 

 As I sat listening to Sandra honk with laughter I couldn't help bit wonder, is it really the youth with which modern technology can not be entrusted, or is it infact just middle aged New Zealanders who we should restrict? I ask you.

Thanks for reading x