Post 1655. Tuesday April 17
My Friend Rosey has regularly featured on my blog since I set it up twelve years ago. To read all about her in 200 or so words, click HERE
Rosey saw Helen in the mall.
“Rosey Pee, Steve told me a secret. If I don’t tell someone I’ll burst!”
“Do tell!” said Rosey.
“Well, Alan overheard James telling Jane that Molly’s preggers, and Charlie’s the father!”
Rosey paused to process the names then gasped! “Mum’s the word, literally!”
Minutes later Rosey phoned Amanda.
“Mandy” she whispered.
“I can’t hear you Rosey”
“I can’t shout, ceilings have ears”
“Walls have ears!” laughed Amanda.
“Walls too? Never mind, listen. Helen said Charlie said Alan has got Jane in the pudding club!” Trust Rosey to get it mixed up!
Straight away Amanda told Nicki who thought it too good to keep to herself and rushed to the pub to tell Brenda the barmaid, aka Barmy Bren.
The pub was extremely noisy and Brenda struggled to hear, but she thought got the gist of it and within minutes the ‘secret’ was traveling from table to table and soon became the talk of the bar.
Rosey walked through the door.
“Hi, gang, who’s buying me a chardonnay?”
“Should you be drinking?” asked Dickie.
“‘Sorry?” said Rosey as she climbed onto a stool.
“Don’t sit there” said Mike. “Suppose you topple. Sit on a chair”.
Rosey wondered what was going on.
“‘You never told me you were seeing Alan,” said Jacob.
“I’m not,” said Rosey, “I’m with Gareth”
“‘Don’t worry,” he said tapping his nose “Your secret’s safe with us. How’s the morning sickness?”
It took a while, but eventually, they sorted the muddle out and Rosey got her glass of ‘Vino Non Pregnico’ as she called it!
Nicki suggested they play a game.
“I know,” said Rosey, “how about Chinese Whispers? We haven’t played it for ages”!
Tomorrow, P is for Poem
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It’s a great game, isn’t it. We call it ‘telephone’ in my neck of the woods.
That rings a bell! Cheers Denise
LOL, well played! I really enjoyed that exchange!
Thanks so much
Heeheehee! It’s amazing the way the word will travel, and get so mussed up!
It happens! Thanks, mimi.
We do find it so difficult to keep a secret! This kind of news transmission must be the most trusted and uncomfortably fast !! 😉
So true Archana! Cheers
Thank goodness that got sorted out before anyone got hurt!
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Goodness knows how it could have ended! Thanks Iain
“‘Vino Non Pregnico’” Hahahahaha! Oh I love that! 😀
Delighted to have amused you! Cheers
Another gem..the table turned on her..this is outrageously hilarious Keith.
That’s so kind of you Balaka.
Hahahaha.
Poor Rosey! Chinese whispers sounds perfect, now that they have had some great practise.🙂
Brilliant story, Keith.
They have indeed! Did you hear about….?!
It used to be called Chinese Whispers, nowadays, we call it Twitter!
Haha, you’re absolutely right!
I think what makes your stories such fun is that they are wholly plausible. I can just see something like this happening.
I gave her a blog of her own which ran for several years, and I felt guilty because people really did believe she was a real person! I guess most of her situations are plausible but not necessarily to one person!!! Thanks once again Kalpana.
Gossip travels faster than speed of light, apparently. And a mucked up one at that. Rosie earned her vino non pregnico for sure. Nice interchange here and thanks for introducing more wacky characters, Keith.
It certainly does, especially among Rose’s circle of ‘wacky’ friends! Cheers Varad
Oops! was my first utterance followed by OMG! when I saw the title of your post today Keith. It was bound to happen…I’m too close to Beachy Head today not to overlap.
In case you’re wondering what I’m on about, my post title has ‘overheard’ in it too:)
Thank you for the giggles.
O is for Overheard at Old Harry Rocks
I was atop Beachy Head a couple of hours ago – good job I didn’t bump into you, it’s a long way down! Now I need to explore your post.
It sounds like they play that game all the time. I hope Rosey can get that rumor laid to rest before Gareth starts thinking, “Where there’s smoke, there’s fire,” as often happens with such rumors. That thought comes up often in Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple series.
I’m enjoying your Rosey stories. Hope you have another dozen witty scenes for us.
We certainly don’t want Gareth running scared! I’m really pleased you are enjoying them, I wasn’t sure how my simple silly tales would be received.Fear not, I have enough scenes to keep me going to April next year!
He-he. Gossip always has a way to get things wrong. I hope Rosey’s relationship can survive this bout.
Ronel visiting from the A-Z Challenge. Latest post at Ronel the Mythmaker
We can only hope! Cheers Ronel
Hi Keith – looks like P should be for Pregnancy test … sounds like the whole village need them – to confirm who has fathered you … of course mothers aren’t involved!! Dear old Rosey!! Well the pub cares for her … cheers Hilary
Everybody cares for her Hilary! Thank you.
I’m wondering if Rosey did this on purpose or by accident. Hmm… The Telephone Game persists.
If she had tried to do it purposely it probably would not have worked knowing Rosey!
Gosh! How the ‘news’ spread. Glad that it got sorted!!
This made for a hilarious read, Keith!!
Didn’t it just? I’m so pleased you liked it Shilpa
Ha ha ha ha ha. I’m sure a pregnant silence followed that suggestion.
Pun of the day! Thanks, Anurag
You’ve gone past me in the alphabet game now but as I said before I am loving this series of yours.
I’m delighted my little tales are amusing you.
Fun game and a hilarious exchange!
Thanks so much Diedre
Hahaha! We had a gossip in our town who seems to get names and ‘facts’ wrong all the time. I ask her to please never say my name, I never know what she might say! Thankfully she moved.
Emily In Ecuador
She sounds a right one! Getting Emily wrong is quite something, mind you, your surname could present a problem to someone like Rosey!