Today I met Miss Martha Jane, who David and his sister used to fight over visiting so they could make fairy gardens with the moss and dandelions from her garden. I had been told about her in great detail, specifically that she was an amazing momento of the old South, but nothing could have prepared me for her mouth - loved it. So instead of trying to explain I will just quote two gems from this afternoon:
"I liked Princess Di - but her husband was a terrible nincompoop. Now that doesn't mean she should have run around on him, but when you're married to a nincompoop sometimes you need fresh air."
When David told her he was going to Korea and would live in Seoul, a city of 10 million, her response was: "My! Who are they all kin to?!"