My friend Rosey and I met at the Bicycle Inn the other
evening. Just a quiet drink, a nibble to eat and a quick catch up kinda' thing.
Somebody, a woman we didn't recognise walked in holding a bunch of flowers and
went to the bar. She asked if there was a
Rosemary in the pub. Julie who was in the middle of pouring a pint said that
there was a Rosey sitting in the window seat and nodded her head in our direction.
Rosey as usual was listening to what was going on; she’s always more interested
in other peoples conversations than ours! I stopped what I was saying as I was
clearly wasting my breath. Rosey who had a fork with a foot or two of dangling sauce-laden
spaghetti en-route to her open mouth stopped. I really mean stopped, like she
was frozen in time. The spaghetti however decided not to take part in Rosey’s
game of statues and slid from the fork and down the front of her crisp white
blouse.
The mystery lady walked over to us.
‘Hi, my name is Joy’.
‘Hi’
said Rosey.
‘Hi’ said I.
‘Five’ said the joker at the next table as he raised an
open palm in our direction.
We ignored him. She sat herself down and apologised
for interrupting our meal.
‘I’m actually called Rosey’ said Rosey. ‘But I seem
to remember the vicar at my christening calling me Rosemary as he flung freezing
water all over me’.
‘How do you remember that?’ I asked.
‘Well’ she said ‘It
was cold. You’d remember it too’
‘No, not the water’ I said ‘how do you remember your
christening?’
‘I was seven’ she said ‘and
Mummy and Daddy wanted me to go to a church school so I had to be…done’.
‘OK I get
it’ I said. ‘Now Joy, what do you want with Rosey?’
'I thought you were expecting me' she said 'but it matters not' She then started blurting on about a bloke who was
infatuated with ‘Rosemary’. She aimed the flowers in Rosey’s direction. ‘He
wants me to give you these; he really likes you a lot’.
‘A posey for Rosey’
said the joker at the next table. Once again we ignored him.
’He’s smitten with
you Rosema…..Rosey, in love in fact. Flames of passion are burning in his soul.
The memory of your first meeting forever sticks in his mind and will forever more’ She had suddenly become
a full blown actress, her hands held to her heart as she gazed skyward.
‘Whoever
he is, he obviously likes you a lot’ I said as I gave Joy a polite hand-clap. ‘So,
who is he?’ Rosey looked in my direction and gave me one of her quizzical
frowns. ‘It’s not me ‘I spluttered ‘I’m old enough to be your Dad!’
‘And that would
stop you?’ she said. Then she started listing some of my previous infatuations
counting on her fingers as she did.
‘No, no’ said Joy ‘I can’t reveal his identity
as he fears rejection. I need to exercise discrimination. All I can say is that
he is a handsome and noble creature who sent me to test the temperature and pave his way so to speak’. I got back to
eating my ham egg and chips. Rosey nudged me as she felt eating was
inappropriate at that moment. Her sudden action sent a fork full of my chips
hurtling over to the next table.
‘Can I have some salt for these’ chuckled the
joker. We took no notice.
‘I have to go and report to your admirer. I can tell that you will just be perfect together’ said Joy as
she got to her feet ‘and in a few minutes your beau will be here to introduce
himself to you formally’ With that she bustled out.
‘Weird’ I said.
‘Weird
‘said Rosey.
‘Weird’ said the joker.
As Joy walked out another lady walked in. She went straight over
to the bar where Julie was pouring another pint. ‘Hello’ she said. ‘My name is
Rosemary. I’m here to meet someone called Joy but I’m a bit late’
‘I think we ought to go - now’ I said. Rosey agreed.
‘Any
chance I can have the rest of your spag boll Rosey babe?’ asked the joker. I just
managed to stop her pouring it over his head!
If you would like to read more stories about My Friend Rosey they can be found all together right HERE
I do so love these stories.
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Yep..I think a swift exit is in order..sounds like a surreal kind of pub..think I'd like it there!
ReplyDeleteI go there every Monday without fail!
DeleteIt is funny that in our writing little pieces of ourselves creep in. Rosey has been a friend of yours for some time and to your readers she is almost real. I would like to think someone like her was there in your past too.
ReplyDeleteI can tell that writing these stories gives you pleasure--and your readers are pleased too!
ReplyDeleteWhirling with ‘The Roosevelts’
that is weird story but I like it.
ReplyDeletehttp://thequietone.net/2014/09/28/ring-around-the-rosie/
Thanks for another Rosey story!
ReplyDeleteI run over when I saw another Rosey adventure coming up. Always enjoyable and this time no different
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