Alexandra came out of reception today with chocolate smudged on her face and a ripped open package of Maltesers in her hand. Half were still stuffed in her cheek, bulging like a hamster.
Who's birthday was it today? I asked knowingly.
I'll give you a hint. It starts with a wah, she said slipping her slightly sticky hand into mine.
William?
No.
Woebegone?
No silly. That's not a name.
Wilma?
Noooooooo.
Who was is it then?
Rosie!
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