Elaborating on Rosie Rose

Now facial features and fashion sense aside, my cousin and I, in many other ways, are chalk and cheese. Rosie's a tracker. She will rush around in ever decreasing circles, snuffing her way to her ' goal'. Ruled by her nose, that girl is. I on the other hand, consider that one's senses are best used in conjunction, at any given time. Take that marvellous twosome the senses of taste and smell.I mean my take on it, is why not quest (smell!) and hoover (taste!) at the same time. This works particularly well in my neighbourhood. You'd be amazed at the amount of baguettes, croissants, and pastries you'll find on the streets ; well crumbs thereof; you just have to keep nose to the ground and - inhale. It's really easy. So Rosie girl, a tip from your older and wiser cousin - expending yourself with no incoming source of energy! Don't go there! It's really quite simple Rosie just remember - quest... and hoover. Quest....and hoover. Got it?

My Cousin Rosie

This is cousin Rosie. Her Mum is my Auntie Phil, so obviously there is a family resemblance. Would you believe that this is the very same coat we are wearing, even if Rosie has never left the fair isle of Tasmania, and the pic of me is here in Paris! What do you mean the coat seems to be rather a snugger fit on me? Look, can I help it if they lace everything with cream here, and the croissants are so delicious, and don't even start me on the cherryjam crepes and....OK OK so I sent the coat back to cousin Rosie with her slim hummphh waisteline. Doesn't she know that curvy is back in fashion?