I told Isabel that I had an idea on how she can supplement her pension.
“You know those Farmers’ Market competitions where you pay $1 to guess the weight of a pumpkin and if you win, you get $10?” I said.
“You could hang a placard around your neck, sit yourself down in the mall and charge people a dollar to guess your age. You’d clean up”
Tried out the theory on the proprietress of a Milford cafe.
She’s out by over a decade.
“Sounds loik yerve still got all yer MARBLES, eh!” she screeched “What’s yer secret then?”
“A glass of warm water with cider vinegar and honey every morning, dear” says Isabel.
So if you’re in the Milford Mall and encounter an elegant, highly intelligent woman who did Meals on Wheels for over 30 years, is still doing patchwork and can recite the genealogy of the British royal family at the drop of a hat next to a “Guess my age’ sign, here’s a hint.
She’s closer to 93 than 92.
And she’ll likely donate the winnings to charity.
“A funeral shroud doesn’t have pockets, darling” she said.