Aside from the bubble-bath bathroom holocaust I once caused (it was one hell of a mess and she was NOT pleased about it) as a little 'un, the only thing I can think of, is perhaps, and its clutching at the thinnest of straws, bringing back huge sacks of mushrooms to her place to sort through and separate the edible from the liberty caps that grew in profusion out on the yorkshire hills in the village she used to live in.
Used to use the visits as opportunities to pick shrooms, lots of shrooms, although she never expressed any interest in trying them, if she knew what they even were. And brought back (and had to use her tables to sort through and pick out the tastiest species and most prime specimens) bags upon bags of waxcaps (Hygrocybe, and some Hygrophorus genus), mushrooms that have, as the name suggests, a waxy feel to the cap, especially when moist, in almost all species. There are one or two toxic ones, although not dangerous. Upset stomach level of poisonous, many vividly colored ones and quite a few, such as the meadow waxcap, Camaryllophorus pratensis syn Hygrophorus pratensis, and H.cocinnea, H.punicea, the scarlet waxcap and scarlet hood, respectively, all three of which grow to a respectable size with a view to going into the cooking pot, and are excellent eating. H.punicea and C.pratensis especially, fried in butter with just a pinch of sea salt are delicious. The closest to bratty, bathroom filled with foam aside, that I got with her, was either the sheer quantity of waxcaps and other delicacies that I had to sort through and clean and in the meantime, stack her kitchen table with, or not faking gratitude and not giving a bogus 'oh how wonderful' when one of her xmas gifts to me as a kid was a britney fucking spears CD. NOT my cup of tea when it comes to music. About as far from it, bar gangsta rap about bitches niggers bling turf war shootings and hoes, as it is humanly possible to ever get, as far as my taste in music goes. Not her fault, she had no idea. Just tried. But all the same, I couldn't fake enjoyment of that. Put it in my portable CD player, headphones on, headphones on head, and didn't bother putting batteries in or playing it. Wouldn't do it in front of her, but it got snapped in half and binned when I got back home. She tried, she just failed utterly. But I did wait until she was no longer present to dispose of the offending article in question. For something old school, if needed, something like blue oyster cult, steppenwolf or black sabbath would have been more like it.
