I told her that if we looked like we were about to die, it was purely an attempt to blend in with the Wish Tower diners. She then asked me if I enjoyed my honeymoon in God's Waiting Room, before calling me a skinflint. I think I need to de-friend her on Facebook.
Mind you, the woman's generous with her gifts. I came back from lunch to this post-it note...

It was attached to a card they give to the elderly and housebound...

She'd helpfully marked the phone number in case I didn't have my specs.
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That green on blue isn't very easy to read if you're colour blind.
I said you had good friends at Crawley, didn't I?!
Are those two kisses next to her phone number?
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