Nanna was a trick

We were on a family Christmas holiday in Forster, back in the 70's.  Mum, dad, Ross (my brother) and me. 

Nanna and poppa flew up to join us. 

Everyone else got off the plane, no Laurel and Jack.

Eventually Laurel appeared being helped down the stairs by the pilot and hostie. 

Not only was she totally mozart and liszt with a bee hive hairdo the size of Marge Simpson's, her ensemble was amazing.

Bright pink sequinned hot pants and high heels. She was 65.