A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...

3
A Pink Slip
I slip out of bed and go over to pour some
coffee. My poor old bum is giving me some serious
gyp.
I am just starting to sip my java when Debs
comes into the study. She is dressed in shorts, a
singlet and running shoes. She has her hair pulled
back into a pony-tail underneath a baseball cap.
“Good morning,” I say rather timidly, “how are
you feeling?”
She glares at me. “Actually, thanks to you, I
have a severe case of the residuals,” she snaps.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her hurriedly. “I’ll go and
fetch the laundry.” I decide that it might be prudent
to keep out of her way until after she has showered.
I pull on my red and black striped silk dressing
gown and hurry out onto the landing. The pigeonholes
where our laundry is returned are at the far end
of the corridor.
I stop at Deborah’s slot and fish out a neatly
folded blouse in plastic packaging and another packet
containing her bumbags, socks and several items of