We would have the longest ever skipping rope to stretch across our not so busy road, in those days, and two of us, sometimes 3, though it didnt last that long would skip singing Jelly on the plate, something about granny doing a bit of stitching cant remember any more of the words. Then it would all stop and we would run in for money as the local Tonibell pink ice cream van would come round and we would get an icecream with a lolly stuck in it. Spoilt!!