Hi Rosie, It’s Patrizia, the twins’ mom!!! Remember me? I saw ‘Me and My Travels’ with your handsome husband and it made me think of you. ☺ Anyway, haven’t seen you at Wendy’s for a while – mind you, I’ve been pretty busy organizing a charity ball (hope you and hubby will come – maybe he could offer some signed DVDs for the raffle or, even better, give a speech??!!). But in the meantime do you wanna come to a book club? Thursday. My place. 7.30. We’re reading The Help. See you there!!! Xx Rosie was embarrassed at how excited this made her. She still hadn’t made mum friends in the Village; she rarely spotted anyone at the nursery gates and when she did was too shy to strike up a conversation. When the boys were invited on play dates, they were always hosted by nannies, who were very sweet, but usually ten years older or ten years younger than Rosie and with a limited grasp of English. Jake was rehearsing all day and not coming back until late and she missed adult company.
