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Lost Weekend
Not exactly, but had a great time in the holy N2/N3 postcode. S's Grandma - Uma to everyone - was a constant source of good humour.

Examples: Friday night, we were talking about the war, and it was twenty minutes before we realised Uma was talking about the first world war. This is what she had to say: all the soldiers came back to the town on horses. And they had blankets. Horse blankets. They were very dirty, needed a good wash, the blankets.

Uma asked me what I did, and in the spirit of expediency I said that I organised events. About two hours later she said to me: "coffee mornings, with raffles?"

She described someone she'd met in shul as "Polish with German overtones."

I suggested that she should write a book, or at the very least become Chief Rabbi (she has a series of fascinating views on women's issues and mixed davening), but she poo-pood my suggestion in the way that only a German grandma can. I hope that when I'm 91 I can still have a good argument, and dance at my grand-daughters parties.