Rescue remedy

The Wee Granny McSporran…alive and giggling

Daughter L and I are useless in an emergency. As evidenced by one time when the Wee Granny McSporran had a turn and passed out. L and I ran around like headless chickens shouting at each other:

L: “WHAT’S THE EMERGENCY NUMBER?”

Me: “WHAT EMERGENCY NUMBER??
I DON’T KNOW!
STOP SHOUTING AT ME!”

Luckily the Wee Granny came round shortly after. No thanks to us.