My wonderful Grandmother had a habit of getting words mixed up. I remember her telling me to use my hankie when I had a cold as I would.." breath better without all that Guitar blocking my nose"...smile

Another time, years later, Gran was telling me that a Friend of mine had given brith to a lovely baby Girl but the baby was premature so the Doctors were keeping the wee one in an Incinerator for the time being.

Jings I miss my Nana.
Love and Light
Jude