“What am I going to do?” cried my tearful elderly relative. “My winter allowance won’t cover my gas bill?”
“But it is rather large, have you had the heating on full blast or something?” I exclaimed.
“Hardly at all, I’ve just cooked a few puddings and stuff for some people,” she sniffled.
“But the bill’s nearly 43 grand!” I scoffed. “Just how many puddings have you been making Aunt Bessie?”