When Madison was growing up, she couldn't say Bronwyn's name, so it ended up being Gronwyn. Unfortunately for Bron, the name stuck, and we used to call her by that name quite a lot.
But to make it even more painful I used to stand at the bottom of the stairs to her bedroom, and when she was going to school, and wasn't up yet, I would shout out: "Gronwyn, get out of bed! Gronwyn, wake up!!"
I knew that would irritate her, and it did, and she usually got up just to yell at me...but at least she was up! But to make it even more irritating I would imitate the voice of the Mother in 'Throw Momma From the Train'
In 2000, Bron decided to fly to the States and spend Christmas with my sister and her family in Michigan, so that they could have a white Christmas. I know she was looking forward to it, so with a girlfriend in tow, they headed off. I was a bit worried for them, as it was so close to the 9/11 incident, and I knew that they had scheduled New Year's Eve in Times Square in New York...but I bravely waved good-bye at the airport, and set about getting her Christmas parcel ready so that it could be sent in time.
For fun, I decided to try to find a portable (cordless) recordable alarm clock. I finally found one, and my evil plan began! I recorded a message on the alarm clock which said, irritatingly:
"Gronwyn! Wake up! Gronwyn! Are you awake yet Gronwyn? Wake up!" I sounded as irritating as Momma, and happy with my result, wrapped it in pretty paper and ribbon, and packed it in the box with her other presents.
The parcel arrived a few days before Christmas, and my sister put it in her study to wait for Christmas, but there was a strange noise coming from the package at times! Just not all the time! Finally out of curiosity, she showed Bron the package, and they talked about it, then one night, the strange noise happened again! Bron was there this time, and she opened the box containing all of her Christmas surprises, including Christmas bon bons for the Christmas dinner table, and other fun things. Once the box was open and she took out the presents, and one of them started to make a muffled noise again...
Looking at those in the room, she decided to open it, as it was close to Christmas, and everyone was curious now. So cautiously, and with a bit of a smile on her face, she unwrapped the mystery parcel, and discovered the 'mystery' present. It was the alarm clock!
By some strange quirk, it had turned itself on, and everyday at the appointed time, (which happened to be closer to night-time there, it chimed out the same annoying wake message that I had recorded. It apparently had been doing this on its whole journey to her....
Can you imagine the strange looks on the postal workers faces if it occurred while around them? After 9/11, I'm surprised the parcel wasn't ripped open and investigated as it made its journey to her!!
I laughed when she told me.