Tag Archives: father

Presents for little girls (Rousse)

XY’s children had no idea of the trouble that their father had caused and I saw no reason to cancel their visit. The elder girl loved the hardback book that I had made for her, even though I thought she … Continue reading

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Fostering in Bristol (Rousse)

I took up part-time fostering. My charge was a boy of about 11 years of age whose father had left the family, and whose mother could not cope. My first assignment was to spend a Saturday afternoon with him and … Continue reading

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Nantes crocodiles, Chinese tourists, and taxi services (Rousse)

When we walked out of Nantes railway station it all came back to me – especially the crocodiles that I used to pet in secret in the middle of the night when I sneaked into the zoo after hours. My … Continue reading

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James Corden, Johnny Vegas, and a couple of neglected twins (Rousse)

James Corden – or was it Johnny Vegas? – was the father of my twin baby sons. In our unconventional family set-up he did his best to care for the children while I was at work, but never thought to … Continue reading

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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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Messy David Morrissey (Belle)

I was fuming when I saw the mess in what had previously been a very tidy back garden.  The culprit was obviously my father and I waited for him to come home so I could give him “what for”. However, … 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 bread and chocolate breakfast feast (Rousse)

I woke up in a single bed in a luxurious Perth hotel. SC, in the bed to the left of me, was already awake and watching a BBC nature documentary on her iPad. There came a knock on the door … Continue reading

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The most popular artist (Rousse)

My father’s massive oil paintings hung with the rest of the exhibition in the campus gallery. They looked fantastic next to a huge variety of work, which included a beautiful black and white photographic composition by my colleague EF. At … Continue reading

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Munro bagging for beginners (Rousse)

I overheard a seasoned Munro bagger speaking to my parents. “How far are you walking?” he asked. “Oh, only about 10 miles,” answered my father. “Just over the hill and back again with our three girls”. The man glanced at … Continue reading

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