She'll have forgotten who you are by then and tell you to bugger off!
No, mentally she was 'sharp'; she really worked me over with lots of 'patter', and I'm not usually a soft touch (sometimes maybe).
But for example, she very nicely said; squeezed in between the sexual inuendo; that everytime a trademan sees her house, they 'rub their hands together' and she feels like she's paying three-times-the-price of 'normal work'; so she's done all the maintenance tasks herself, that she could over the years; and she was wearing a coat inside the house as if she couldn't afford to put the heating on (maybe she couldn't?).
She told me how she cleaned the exterior of the windows by climbing out of the windows and sitting on the window sill and manourving the Georgian sash windows 'this way and that'.
She was good; maybe I haven't described her properly; but she played me like a fish on a hook.
I've been done, but I don't mind; I really do like this old gal!