Two ladies. Diddly diddley dee. Immaculately turned out. Venerable dames, dolled up and not a day under 80 (I guess) but looking fab and much younger. On a Saturday afternoon for a few pre-Christmas drinks with chums in a nice pub not far from the sea.
Lady 1: What are you having love?
Lady 2: No. I’m getting these!
Lady 1: Get the next round! (To the barman) Two gin and tonics please.
Lady 2: Yes, please. (Light cackling)
Lady 1: And make ‘em large ones. I’ve just had me winter fuel payment!
Lady 2: Gin’s fuel to us! (Much cackling all round)