Yup, gambling. Taught me to play cards. She had a stock of coppers we could bet with. No matter the outcome of the games, I always ended up with all the coppers and was dispatched to the newsagent for sweeties and a comic (he had a remainder box of discounted ones). She also taught me how to play Patience for when she wanted some peace.
I also used to put in dance productions in her living room. Moved the coffee table out of the way and I’d tumble and high kick my way around. I even had a stage name, Jenny Francisco.
She used to buy fizzy drinks from the ale lorry for me coming over. I was allowed one glass. And she would buy these chewy sweets from BHS, or maybe it was Littlewoods, for me that I liked. Like chewits but a long stick wrapped in wax paper. I always ate the banana or toffee ones first as I liked them best, and left the strawberry and chocolate ones til I was jonesing for more sugar.
She would get me to read our horoscopes from her newspaper out loud.
Tea was never later than 7pm and always something nice.
In the evening, we’d watch Eastenders or Coronation Street if it was a weeknight. Casualty if it was a Saturday.
She tried to teach me to knit, as she was a dab hand, but I foundered at purl unfortunately. Never really got the hang of crochet either.
If it was a summer evening and still light, she’d give me money to run round to the local Italian cafe for a couple of cappies or sliders after the soaps were finished.