8 miles high.

Nan’s gone a bit loco recently. It all started last Sunday when her new neighbours invited her round for a joint. Nan thought she was getting beef but it turned out to be grade ‘’A Afghani black, she loved it and told me that the Battenberg she took round for dessert was a huge success. The neighbours were kind enough to give her a bag of their finest and Nan’s been tooting like a Yardie down the day centre. The Doc thinks she’s off kilter I told him she’s more likely to be off her face.