Legs 11

Once upon a time when my auntie Margaret was visiting Sydney from Tasmania, she and her three sisters - that's my mum and my aunties Norine and Pat - went to play Bingo at the parish hall. They were all novices, playing a couple of games each, while the addicts, old ladies with periwinkle hair, fags in mouth, had a dozen games going at once. Two fat ladies, me and you, Heaven's gate, legs eleven - the night went on, the sisters laughed, auntie Norine cried out "Bingo!" once but of course was mistaken. The last game was being called, someone got it - and in twenty seconds flat that huge parish hall was empty, save for 4 shocked sisters, laughing in their seats.