You know those containers of Danish butter cookies? Sometimes they’re vessels of sweetness, other times they’re actually full of needles and scissors. Same thing goes for Grandma. Who knows?
It was probably something you did. She was never really happy with your decision to move to a city full of *those* people, after all. She hates your tattoo. (I mean, fair. Your tattoo sucks and you should get it covered up.) Maybe it’s because you don’t call enough even though she won’t use the phone you got her, and every time you do call, she wants to complain about your uncle. Whatever the reason, you should probably stay away and pretend you have to do something, at least until she digests or gets angry at something new. Probably your uncle.
Come on, she’s fine now, and just suffering from a case of resting nana face. You should get her some tea, and half a sandwich. Sure, half a sandwich takes as much effort as a full sandwich but Grandma is worth it. She went through the war, and deserves to be treated well. Which war, no one is sure. That’s not the point. Hurry up, her favorite British mystery show with the cycling vicar is about to start.