Lookout, I HATED being dragged to 95% of my relatives, ALL of whom were bought up in the Victorian age and were further removed in age from me than were June and Neville from the twins. As for Great Granny, she was in her 90's when I first remember her, and the only words I recall her saying were that she wished she could crawl in a ditch and die. I would have some sympathy now but between the ages of 7 and 9, Great Granny's was a place in which I'd sooner not have been.
I was one of many who didn't have any grannies or granddads,only great aunts who fussed and kissed and smelled of face-powder and moth-balls,who admittedly scared me to death as a 7/8 year old.
My own mother delighted when my girls stayed with them,and they were excited at going to see her and my dad as both interacted with the children and made them laugh,played games,read to them and took them out. The girls were allowed to be themselves without restraint.
I remember reading about how AE had 10 fits when one of the twins accidentally put jam or marmalade on the sofa,and Sheila telling AE not to make a big thing out of it,so wherever those boys went there didn't seem to be much comfort for them. No wonder she lost her temper now and again.You'd want to live miles away from that.