Just after Christmas a few of us met for a drink at the pub. We talked about this and that, then suddenly, with a flourish deserving of a thespian, my friend Rosey produced a crumpled piece of paper from her overstuffed handbag. ‘These’ she proclaimed ‘are my New Year revolutions’ ‘I think you mean resolutions’… Continue reading Rosey’s New Year Revolutions!
My friend Rosey loves dressing up. She went to a baby shower the other day wrapped from head to foot in toilet paper. She said it was the closest she’d ever get to being a mummy! Last month, Posh Pierre invited several of us for a posh banquet at his posh apartment. I thought… Continue reading Rosey loves dressing up!
It was the day of carnival procession. Halfway down the snaking column, Rosey was in charge of a group of kids from school dressed as fruit and vegetables. Rosey was a carrot and wore an orange sheet sewed into a point at the bottom! However, its design seriously impeded her forward progress. Consequently, she, her… Continue reading Rosey leads the carnival procession!
I found my friend Rosey sitting in her garage looking rather sad. “What’s up?” I asked. She said she’d lost some of her friends. I remembered a quote I saw online. “In life, we never lose friends, we only learn who the true ones are” She adopted one of her confused expressions; not the ‘totally… Continue reading Rosey loses some friends
I don’t know if you remember but back in January, I told you about Rosey and her unfortunate incident in her rowing boat. Ever since that fateful day, we have referred to it as Rosey’s shipwreck! So when an exhibition came to our local art gallery with the one-word title Shipwreck, we felt we had to… Continue reading I take Rosery to an art exhibition
Rosey and I went round to Jack’s the other night. I can’t remember if I’ve told you about Jack, but he’s a friend of Rosey from her school days. She lost touch with him when he went to university. He was always something of a musician and a fairly serious one. Whilst we were all… Continue reading Rosey’s friend Jack is a pianist
My friend Rosey was out shopping the other day. Her friend Helen spotted her and weaved her way between the wandering shoppers. ‘Hey, Rosey Pee’ yelled Helen. ‘Moo’ said Rosey. ‘Pardon?’ said Helen with a quizzical expression on her face. ‘Hay’ said Rosey. ‘Hey’ said Helen again, looking a little confused. ‘No thanks’ said Rosey… Continue reading Rosey’s big secret
Rosey and I recently went down to Dorset to visit our friends Chas and his girlfriend, Charley. Before they met each other, Chas was always known as Charlie. So when they got together one of them was going to have to take on a new name! Chas hated his real name Charles, and Charlotte detested… Continue reading Rosey sees a ghost
Did I tell you about my friend Rosey’s boat? Well, her parents have a river running past the bottom of their garden. Actually, river is a bit of an exaggeration; it’s more like a fast flowing wide stream if you know what I mean. For years there was a little wooden rowing boat on the… Continue reading Rosey’s rowing boat!
It wasn’t any old reunion. As reunions go it was a little different. Why? Because it was my friend Rosey’s reunion! You see, she thought it would be nice to get together as many people as possible who’d had some influence over her colourful and not uneventful life. So, one Saturday in May a few… Continue reading Rosey’s reunion