Apr 21, 2020
3 min read
Dinner at Rosie’s
There’s no fool like an old fool
It must have been, what, fifteen years since the black patent leather shoes had left the wardrobe. But after a quick dusting down they were as shiny as the day Sam had bought them. And Rosie was worth a bit of effort.
The first shave in a fortnight and a freshly laundered Oxford shirt completed the picture. His dear departed Shirley always said he…
