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Disappointing reunion and relatives (Rousse)

I was rather disappointed with the table setting at the big reunion party. Surely this kind of occasion deserved proper table linen and glasses? The paper napkins and plastic cups were simply not good enough. I would have to have … 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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Stegosaurus and ghost live side-by-side in Edinburgh basement (Rousse)

ECM and I called into L and T’s house on the way to work. Down in their basement they showed us their stegosaurus and another small unidentified dinosaur. Next to the two creatures was a manikin onto which was pinned … 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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Glenn Close, knowledge management, and an over-committed academic (Rousse)

“Glenn Close, of course” started the speaker. I was relieved that the programme was underway, even though I had no idea what Glenn Close had to do with knowledge management. “Have you any idea what time it is?” my sister … Continue reading

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Christmas confusion leads to a very late lunch (Rousse)

In all the confusion of the Christmas celebrations my mother forgot to switch on the oven. We ended up eating the roast potatoes for breakfast on Boxing Day, and the turkey a couple of days later.

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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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