Monthly Archives: November 2012

How to get (another) PhD (Rousse)

The Birmingham University reunion switched venue to Aberystwyth. There I caught up with SC, HW and CP and others – supposedly to reminisce about our undergraduate days, but in practice to moan about the deficiencies of the modern-day husband. Also … Continue reading

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A bike and a beach hut at the Queen Mother’s funeral (Rousse)

I travelled to the Queen Mother’s funeral on the back of G’s enormous motorbike. This was my first such experience, and I was grateful for the protective clothing that G lent me, including the special contraption to attach my feet … Continue reading

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Kitting out the man cave (Rousse)

The basement man cave was almost ready. I was really looking forward to clearing the upstairs study’s shelves of all of GC’s aviation and DIY books so that I could make the emptied room mine (all mine). I already had … Continue reading

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How to stop a straying husband (Rousse)

TPR was about to go astray again. I managed to remove him from the clutches of LP long enough to remind him of the consequences of a third affair. The best way to distract him, it appeared, was to take … Continue reading

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Tattoo removal priorities (Rousse)

JC chose to “wear” my face when she joined me on the hockey field. Seeing them on someone else, I immediately resolved to do something about my dreadful double chins. The first priority, however, was to find a way of … Continue reading

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Lambs to the slaughter (Rousse)

We were living in temporary accommodation with a flock of sheep until our move south was complete. Something had gone horribly wrong overnight, possibly due to my carelessness with a canteen of cutlery. I’d dropped it down the staircase and … Continue reading

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Greedy guts Rousse eats her way round Hartburn

Hartburn had changed. The corner shop at the junction of Darlington Road and Hartburn Village that used to be a newsagent now sold electrical items, as did all the other small businesses located near to the Stockton Arms. Hartburn Village … Continue reading

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