It's not quite as visceral as the Irish Mammy's war against that eejit of a bee, but it's still a fight we can all relate to. And giggle at because it's not us, but some poor woman who's son, "SHANE!", would rather record his mammy becoming a gibbering wreck - amidst the expected laments to God, and calls for help - rather than assist in any way. Although his laughter throughout no doubt brought some light relief to her otherwise extremely harrowing experience.
As ever, this Irish Mammy's weapon of choice was the spatula. Next time, a glass and a sheet of paper might be less traumatic.
