My grandmother has been in a foul mood all day. I heard her in the bathroom this morning calling me a stupid cow and a bitch because I forgot to open the bathroom window after my shower. She doesn't know I heard her. She grumbles away to herself most days, but tonight after dinner she got into a huff about the left over food on the stove and when politely told to leave it, she tried to cause a fight. In the words of my dad's favourite band, The Who, "I hope I die before I get old."