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love, rosie 337Rosie: So if you did invite me to your wedding and I was partly correct onwhat I said, why did we spend the entire year sending tacky cards toeach other?Alex: What I want to no is where the hell your wedding invite went to.The wedding planner had everything arranged. Unless it was . . .Rosie: Who?Alex: Not who but what ...Rosie: What, then?Alex: Jack Russell the Jack Russell.Rosie: Oh yeah . . .Alex: Next time I see him I’m going to wring his neck.Rosie: Oh you can’t do that.Alex: I can do whatever the hell I want to that post-nicking little—Rosie: He’s dead. The postman kicked him in the stomach a few morningsin a row completely by mistake (I’m a witness) and on the finalmorning he did it, Jack just stopped moving.Alex: A bit of justice in the world after all. I’m not sorry to hear that.Rosie: I’m sorry though Alex.Alex: Me too. Friends again?Rosie: I never stopped being your friend.Alex: Me neither. Well unfortunately I have to go because my baby ispouring his breakfast on his head and massaging it into his scalpwith a look of pure concentration on his face. I fear it may benappy-changing time again.Rosie: Oh no! I don’t envy you that job!FOR OUR BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER,WE LOVE YOU WITH ALL OUR HEARTS, HERE’S TO A NEW YEAR,HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROSIE!GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR EXAMS IN JUNE, WE HAVE OUR FINGERSCROSSED FOR YOU.LOTS OF LOVE,MUM AND DAD