Rosey offered to help me wash up in the pub kitchen the other night. We had been busy, and I was tired, so I took her up on her offer. With just a few pots and pans to go, I left her to it, and drove home.
The next morning I needed a couple of roasting dishes but I couldn’t find them. I assumed Rosey had put them away in the wrong place, and so I used some alternative receptacles.
Midway through the lunchtime session, I received a message from the bar telling me that our next door neighbour needed to see me. I duly went out to meet her, and there she was, holding in her arms two saucepans and the two roasting dishes I was searching for earlier!
She told me that when she went out into her garden that morning, she had found them in her flower beds!
Rosey popped in for a drink an hour or so later. She was nursing a bit of a hangover. I told her about the neighbour and my pans, and at first she laughed. Then it slowly dawned on her. Her smile changed into a guilty grin. The sweet one she always adopts when she thinks she may be in trouble.The previous night began to play over in her head.
She remembered spotting my cooking wine and she thought she would sample a drop. After all, what harm would that do? She liked it. She liked it very much. Too much in fact! She had a little more, and a little more!
And then she looked at those remaining dirty pots and pans swimming around before her , and decided the quickest way to deal with them would be to throw them out of the window and over next door’s hedge!
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now in the cold painful light of the day, she realised that Rosey had struck again!