There's a little old lady who lives at the bottom of the road. She is always kind to me.
One day I met her on the street. Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea with me?
Groan! I did not want to be impolite, but I did not want to hear for hours what a sweet, little, thirteen-year-old girl I was, and what she had done when she was sweet thirteen.
No choice! In I went.
She called me with my real name – FIVE TIMES – was I pleased!
I know who you really are. I know what your real name is. And she used it for the sixth time.
That makes me really happy. I want to make you happy, but...
But I'm too old for that, I know. Why don't we sit down and down a few bottles.
We sat down and had a good time.