I filmed my gramma once again telling one of her stories. I only caught the end of this but she's talking about a German work colleague of hers back when she used to work in a factory after arriving here in Australia and how the Aussies had a habit of cooking tripe in milk and eating it for lunch. It stank apparently.
Anyway. She gets the giggles and nearly topples off the couch. My aunt Brigitte stays as cool as a cucumber. I'm off to the side somewhere listening intently. Oh yeah. She's not keen on cameras.