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
One year ago today we went to a concert to hearAmble Bay’s orchestra. To revisit click HERE