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

A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker
an experience to be avoided. As soon as Jojo opened
her mouth my heart sank.
“Step up Heyworth. Remove your blazer and
step up this instant, I intend to beat you bandy,”
gloated Patty. She was grinning from ear to ear.
This is what makes Patty so despicable. She
makes absolutely no effort to disguise her glee at the
opportunity to cut a perfectly good pair of navy blue
gossamer bumbags to tatters.
A rather somber atmosphere pervades the
room as Jojo pushes back her chair and rises to her
feet. We may be whop-hardened veterans but none
of us care to witness a Patty thrashing. My tummy is
doing somersaults in sympathy for my chum.
Jojo unfastens the top button of her red and
black striped blazer and shrugs it off before hanging it
across the back of her chair. She looks serenely
composed as she steps out from behind the desk. I
think I might be more nervous than she is. Jojo is
fearless.
I might hate the be-yotch but I am forced to
concede that Patty Hodge is an incredible specimen.
She must stand five-feet ten in her stockinged feet
and tops six-feet in her trademark high-heels. She
has flame red hair and piercing green eyes that may
or may not be cosmetically enhanced for greater
effect. She is always immaculately dressed in tailored
suits and her skirts are always slit up the side to
display her long and shapely legs. She may be the
wrong side of fifty but she still has no shortage of
admirers amongst the local lothario’s who flock to buy
her drinks in the saloon bar of the Bunch of Grapes.