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Tickled by a ghost at a high school reunion (Rousse)

I was incredibly excited that 23rd August had come round so quickly. Whatever happened to all those weeks since the reunion plans were fixed in May? I walked into the school hall and the first people I saw were LA … Continue reading

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A seaside discussion of the merits of the Marks and Spencer store card (Rousse)

My long-dead red-lipsticked granny and I clung to the sea wall bracing ourselves for the next wave. Although the scene might have looked tropical with its smattering of palm trees along the shoreline, this was the north east coast of … Continue reading

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Nazis plan invasion from University sanatorium base (Rousse)

N and I were such good friends that she gave up her place in bed with S for me and slept on the sofa. The following morning I was up bright and early to welcome ECM on a long-anticipated trip … Continue reading

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An unexpected radio obituary (Rousse)

I couldn’t understand why the radio announcer was discussing XY’s father as a “relation of the deceased”. Then I noticed that A and B were crying. PQ was dead, and this was his obituary.

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A reunion with Gandalf, Dumbledore, Beowulf, and Basil Fawlty (Rousse)

Gandalf and/or Dumbledore was dead. I saw them wheel his body into the hall on a trolley. The white sheet was meant to cover the entire corpse, but strands of long white hair could not be contained and peeked out … Continue reading

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Jimmy Savile shocker (Rousse)

We climbed out of the taxi and paid the driver, then looked around for our young friend S. It only took a couple of minutes to spot him in the crowd with his mother. But who was that old bloke … Continue reading

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