I’ve been telling you tales of My Friend Rosey since 2008, and to date, I have published 122 stories about her on my blogs! Here’s a little one, number 123! My favourites can be found on a dedicated site simply called My Friend Rosey.
My friend Rosey asked me round yesterday. She answered to door looking like an Egyptian mummy! She’d been using toilet paper to practice bandaging as part of the first aid course she’s doing for work
Her first session was on cuts and bleeding. Unfortunately, she passed out at the sight of the pretend blood, so ‘dealing with fainting’ was brought forward a week!
The lesson on artificial respiration was a hoot. She was ‘volunteered’ to clamber astride an inflatable dummy and pump its chest. With each downward press, she went ‘woo’ – ‘woo-woo-woo-woo’! Then the dummy joined in with ‘wee’ between presses – ‘woo-wee-woo-wee’ they went! Then its legs started popping up and down…and then it burst!
Anyway, I digress. She sent me a text. ‘Cum round try hendricks’ it said. Being my prefered gin, I naturally accepted. Actually, she wanted to practice the heimlich manoeuvre on me. She blamed in it on predictive text. Yea right! I should have guessed.
I’m delighted to report I came through it with all my ribs intact and yes, she did give a drop of gin!
Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and H R R Gorman for the picture.