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When daddy was a school girl (Rousse)

Someone had discovered old video footage of our family and posted it to YouTube. There I was, fourteen years old, dressed in a raspberry cotton two piece peasant dress, arguing with my father. He then stood up and ran off … Continue reading

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A life out of control (Rousse)

Could it get much worse? LC had accidentally timetabled me to teach on Mondays (traditionally my research day); nine other people had moved into my (now filthy) office; and I had a class in 10 minutes for which nothing was … Continue reading

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Party disaster (Rousse)

My fiftieth birthday celebration was a disaster. Everything was wrong: The timing – a Wednesday lunchtime when everyone was at work The venue – a boring hotel dining room in rainy Manchester The guest list – dreary external work colleagues … Continue reading

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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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Mislabelled marmalade crisis (Rousse)

I sat down to breakfast at my parents’ mansion. I was finally beginning to warm to the place now that I understood it layout, and was accustomed to the tourists who peered in to observe us every day. When I … Continue reading

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Christmas tree hazard (Rousse)

I caught my foot in the trailing fairy lights at the base of the Christmas tree and tumbled across the polished wooden floor of my parents’ mansion.

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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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An embarrassing toilet tale (Rousse)

We drove west for miles, the entire family squashed into a tiny black car, to Dumfries and Galloway. At our final destination I inspected the bathroom facilities. Whoever thought it sensible to install the toilet in the open conservatory next … Continue reading

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How to save a marriage: Rousse gets desperate

TPR thought that he was making everything quite clear to me. He explained that although we were no longer a couple, he was perfectly happy for us to spend time together. I got the impression that he thought that he … Continue reading

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Discussing ‘Before I go to sleep’ is more tempting than running (Rousse)

I was assured that one of my parents would accompany me on my run around Arthur’s Seat at 06:00am. When neither would confirm which of the two would volunteer I was pretty sure that this would not happen. As things … Continue reading

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