'How about games of marbles...watching the old cronies bent double trying to roll marbles with their arthritic fingers and then not being able to see where the little round buggers had rolled to...or to pick them up!'
Another Jessie cackles.
'Talk about bending over...I could wander into the lounge wearing my shortest dress and then pretend to drop something near where some old geezers are sat...you know, those only one small step away from Jacob's ladder and all that. Then I'd really bend over – and spend time searching for my 'whatever'; that should hasten a few up to the 'maker' with some heart attacks; the business would flourish!' said Jessie with a retiring, cackling flourish. 'Or you could put on something short and do it yourself.'
'Jessie...that's terrible, besides, short d
