There used to be a toyshop in Upper Swallow years ago. I remember my dad let me go there one day during the summer holidays every year and by an Airfix kit. That shop closed down when the owner died of a broken heart from me not buying Airfix kits any more as I had grew up and was more into ferreting.
Then a new toyshop was opened by a German bloke who arrived with his daughter from Nuremburg about five years ago. He is apparently called Mr Rosenkreuz and he is well weird. His daughter is fit though. Apparently called Rosenrot Rosenkreuz. That's a bit of a mouthful. So she gets Rosie.
Old Mr Rosie (the dad) is said to be in that occult society that meets up in the top room of the George and Dragon on Tuesday nights.
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