Some people lead charmed lives. As babies, they are smothered with ooo’s and aaah’s of admiration. During childhood, they shimmer with an aura that leaves their peers cowering in the shade. Academic qualifications matter not. Who needs university degrees when personality propels one to heights of popularity and opens doors which thinkers and academics can only lean… Continue reading Imagine swapping lives with Rosey
My friend Rosey asked five of us to her pad for lunch. I remember that she’d been given a recipe by our mate Bernie for something called Prenez Garde de ce plat Eclate. He’d suggested she have a go at it. He was the first to arrive that memorable Sunday morning and he greeted us… Continue reading Rosey’s invites us to her flat for a meal!
She’s gone! Rosey is back in Africa. She’s only been gone a few days, but I miss her already. She was uncharacteristically emotional at the airport. She was very quiet and didn’t seem to want to talk. We were having a coffee while she was waiting for her flight to be called, and she just… Continue reading Grow old with Rosey? Probably not!
I love Rosey dearly but sometimes she can be so damn childish. A couple of our friends begged us for our support on Sunday because they were playing in a football match down on the green. Village footie is not very well supported, so the more people there to cheer them on the better! So… Continue reading Rosey livens up the footie final!
My friend Rosey has decided to have another go at being vegetarian. Someone told her that a secret cult in the village of Nether Wallop ritually slaughter and then ate kittens. She took one look at her cats Fuzzybut and Scruff staring up at her with their big blue eyes and thought ‘Yuck, they must… Continue reading Rosey turns veggie – again!
I thought it was a silly idea. The last thing Rosey needs right now is a relationship. I suppose you could say that I’m being a bit possessive, not wanting to lose a mate from our happy band of friends, but I honestly believe that she has quite enough going on her life right now… Continue reading He’s not the one for Rosey!
Just after Christmas a few of us met for a drink at The Bike. For once Rosey turned up on time – our time that is, not hers! We told her to be there at seven although we actually didn’t intend getting there until eight, and she was duly sitting there when we arrived!‘ You are… Continue reading Resolutionary Rosey!
I was standing at the bar ordering a round of drinks and Rosey came to help me carry them back to the table. Next to us stood a girl with her fella’. Anyway, Rosey being the friendly sort, looked at the girls expansive middle and asked ’When is it due?’ With that, the poor girl's… Continue reading Rosey really shouldn’t have said that
I think I’ve mentioned before that my friends and I enjoy nothing more than participating in pub quizzes. For the uninitiated, these battles of wit and wisdom are a popular feature of pub life. Teams huddle in groups around tables and attempt to gain the highest number of correct answers to trivia questions with the… Continue reading Rosey, the star of the pub quiz!
We usually meet for a drink once a week, about six or so of us. Well, one day while we were sitting chatting, Rosey produced from her bag a pair of knitting needles and a ball of wool! We were gobsmacked! She told us that she had secretly been receiving knitting lessons from her Gran.… Continue reading When Rosey knitted a cardigan!