Meeting Great Granny

We took Oscar down to Portsmouth yesterday to meet a VIP: his Great Grandmother Evelyn. Evelyn is 93 years old and often puts my level of mental clarity to shame (she regularly does crossword puzzles and works out the anagrams on Countdown), although her old bones aren't what they used to be so she spends her days in bed now.
I told Oscar the night before that he needed to listen to what she told him and that what she says goes; she's very much the head of the family and Oscar is her 20th descendant.
If Oscar has half the sense of adventure that his great-granny has then he's in for a good life. Evelyn served in the Forestry Commission in Scotland during the War, travelled extensively in her youth (she would walk to work every day so she could save up her bus fares to go on cruises) and was the first woman in her office to wear trousers!
She loved little Oscar, and judging from the way he lay blissed out in her arms, I think he loved her too.