Rosey goes public!

Thank you Magpie Tales for another inspirational picture!

My friend Rosey Pinkerton's parents have a pool at their house had so she'd never been to the local public swimming baths.

When we suggested going there, she was horrified. She said she heard that people pee’d in public pools. I said it was only allowed in the corners, so if she stayed in the centre she would be alright! Eventually, we persuaded her to come.

After suffering the communal changing rooms and the communal shower, she arrived at the communal pool. Talk about a fish out of water! There she stood, looking terrified with her toes turned in, knees pressed together and arms firmly folded across her chest.

She had on her mother’s beige one-piece, and matching rubber cap; so different from the Rosey who at her parent’s recent party had thrown off her tiny pink bikini top, shouted ‘geronimo’, and plunged feet first into their pool clutching a champagne bottle!

Anyway, she ventured cautiously into the fun pool and as she edged forward  a siren suddenly screeched. We had forgotten to warn her about the Mega-Wave feature! She was knocked completely off her feet by the rush of water and looked as if she was witnessing a tsunami!

Then, after we scrambled to her rescue and hauled her out, she gave us a really angry look and said we‘d spoiled her fun! With that, she leapt back in again!

You just can't win with Rosey!

Picture: Bathers, 1950 by George Tooker


Rosey has a blog of her own now. If you fancy a look click on Rosey Pinkerton