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love, rosie 341birthday is coming up? Because if she’s anything like you, youshould be afraid, be very, very afraid. What should I get for her anyway,a sick bucket?Rosie: Age is only a number, not a state of mind or a reason for any typeof particular behavior.Alex: O...K then. What’s your question?Rosie: How on earth did I fall and hit my head on the floor while I was sittingdown?Alex: Oh my lord. The question. The Question. The Question.Rosie: What’s wrong with my question??Alex: Rosie Dunne I have been waiting 20 years for you to ask me thatquestion and I thought you never would.Rosie: What??Alex: Why you never asked is beyond me but you woke up the next day andclaimed to have no knowledge of what had happened. I didn’t wantto bring it up; you had brought enough up the night before! Ha ha.Rosie: You didn’t want to bring what up?! Alex tell me! How did I fall offmy stool??Alex: I don’t think you’re ready to no.Rosie: Oh shut up. I’m Rosie Dunne after all; I was born to be ready foranything.Alex: OK then, if you’re so sure of yourself . . .Rosie: I am! Now tell me!Alex: We were kissing.Rosie: We were what??Alex: Yep. You were leaning across on your high stool, kissing me; thestool was very wobbly and lodged unsafely between the cracks of avery old uneven tiled pub floor. And you fell.Rosie: WHAT??Alex: Oh the sweet nothings you whispered into my ear that night, RosieDunne. And I was gutted the next day when you woke up and forgot.After me holding your hand while you puked all night.Rosie: Alex!Alex: What?