Before we begin, here is something of an apology. I’ve been looking through recent editions of the Rosemary archive, and I fear I might have given a misleading impression of life at Dear Towers.
You could, for example, be forgiven for thinking that all my time is taken up with the following:
Drinking hot chocolate, or occasionally coffee if I’m in the mood.
Eating cake. If cake is not available, then biscuits.
Talking about men with my sister, like a couple of giggly teenagers after their first date.
