Monthly Archives: February 2013

A sister’s wedding, smokers and cycling (Rousse)

Posted on February 11, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We all gathered at my parents’ house in a small town off the M4 corridor for my sister’s wedding. It was a huge affair, largely because the expected guest list of family and friends was supplemented with the names of … Continue reading →

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Man loses 9 stone on the fast diet (Rousse)

Posted on February 10, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I glanced over at my now-slim brother-in-law seated on the dark green sofa at the other side of the room. He looked so different having lost nine stone through intermittent fasting.

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Rousse avoids a run

Posted on February 9, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I knew that I really ought to go out for a run, but how could I while KR was force-feeding me freshly-baked, soft, melt-in-the-mouth chocolate chip cookies – and the urgency of painting the doorway into my bedroom presented itself … Continue reading →

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Toxic sherbet scare (Belle)

Posted on February 7, 2013 by Dreamaticus

It was a beautiful summer’s afternoon on an unknown, and rather quaint, railway platform. I accidentally inhaled the fumes from a sherbet dib-dab and spent the rest of the afternoon convinced I was going to die.

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Picked up at Park Lane Four Seasons (Rousse)

Posted on February 7, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Looking ridiculous in a wide-brimmed lilac straw hat, in a gap in the traffic LC dragged me over Park Lane and we made a dash for the reception at the Four Seasons Hotel. Wet sleet was falling and mixing with … Continue reading →

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Braving the British Library lift system for a blip (Rousse)

Posted on February 4, 2013 by Dreamaticus

The lifts at the British Library had a terrible reputation. They could be crowded, smelly and airless, and it was said that you could suffocate from a lack of oxygen if you were unlucky enough to travel all the way … Continue reading →

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When popping out to the shop turns into a hunt for polar bears (Rousse)

Posted on February 3, 2013 by Dreamaticus

The community shop at Timsgarry was doing a roaring trade, despite its endemic over-pricing. I picked up a pretty pair of purple sheepskin child’s slippers and baulked at the £83 tag. Meanwhile TPR was negotiating on a supply of brown … Continue reading →

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A Shakespearean affair (Rousse)

Posted on February 2, 2013 by Dreamaticus

It was the last night of our holiday and we really should have been packing. Instead my sister S and I were watching Richard III. This hybrid production was part-performed live on stage in Tudor dress, with additional scenes on … Continue reading →

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Rousse’s timeshare scam

Posted on February 2, 2013 by Dreamaticus

As we showered in the tiny hallway of the tatty shack at the end of a field I asked myself once again: how on earth had we been persuaded to buy a stake in this supposed “luxury” (but in reality … Continue reading →

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Doctor doctor, where did the PhD graduate sign on? (Rousse)

Posted on February 1, 2013 by Dreamaticus

The good news was that I passed my second PhD. I proudly boasted that I had beaten VE to the title of “Doctor Doctor”. However, I still needed to find a job, and in the meantime decide whether I would … Continue reading →

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