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Home décor disaster (Rousse)

N and S proudly presented their newly decorated sitting room. I was able to enthuse about like the fresh green colour scheme. However, I was unconvinced that the 1970s styling was appropriate to their low-beamed cottage. I also wondered who … Continue reading

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A perfect Hobbit home (Rousse)

So much for AG living in India! We found him happily ensconced in a Hobbit-home constructed of bare stone held up by wooden beams. It was beautiful, but there was only room for one person here. Where would SG stay … Continue reading

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Exciting nail polish fashion and a new home at the castle (Rousse)

When TF stood up from his seat on the lower deck of the Glasgow Routemaster bus, I assumed that we had reached our stop. I was wrong. The bus was taking the reverse route so we would be on-board for … Continue reading

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An under-resourced conference (Rousse)

Even though I had passed the duties on to another colleague months ago, I was getting the blame for the failure of the conference. I couldn’t help it if I spent the afternoon cosying up to P and playing with … Continue reading

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From a cliff top penthouse to a pokey Glasgow bedsit (Rousse)

TPR and I lived in a tiny, but gorgeous, penthouse suite perched on a cliff with beautiful views of the blue sea crashing onto the rocks 100 feet below. We liked to leap from the cliff edge into the water, … Continue reading

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Unwanted romantic advances, a “lost” suitcase, and death at the fun run (Rousse)

I’d loved him for some time now, but his drunken advances, although flattering, were not welcome – especially in front of my parents. When he followed me upstairs to my hotel room I was suddenly overcome with a chill of … Continue reading

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