My friend Rosey and I visited an art gallery. Room one displayed boring abstract paintings, but the next room was very different. There, our eyes feasted upon paintings of Rubenesque ladies. Rosey complained that all the nude paintings depicted women. I jokingly pointed out a sign saying ‘Men’ and before I could stop her, she headed in the direction of the arrow then found herself viewing a wall of urinals!
On her way back she spotted an advert for life-painting classes. She says she’s enrolling in the hope there are are male models so she can offer the gallery something more interesting to display!
Over the past 10 years, I’ve written around 120 stories about My Friend Rosey. Most of them can be found here!
A bit late to the party, but here I am! Thanks to Rochelle, for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to Roger Bultot for the picture