Monthly Archives: May 2015

Unwelcome gate-crashers (Rousse)

TPR and I were fooled into thinking that we were being shown to our room. The problem was that none was available for us. Instead SM and PM were asked to host us in their massive modern apartment. They were … Continue reading

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Unsatisfactory hotel accommodation and Bobby the dog ‘saved’ (Rousse)

TPR and I travelled to the Isle of Lewis for SG’s sister’s birthday party. When we arrived RG was busy installing pebble-proof windows. This was because unhappy tourists had recently taken to showing their displeasure by shattering the most accessible … Continue reading

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Photo opportunities and a lecture on spending (Rousse)

We raced to the top of the hill with the dog to photograph the amazing sunset over Oban. We almost caused an accident when a red setter chased us and then ran into the road. Then it was back to … Continue reading

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A covert BA operation thwarted (Rousse)

TPR got the car stuck in a ditch as we were trying to follow the BA air steward and her child back to base.

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A room with a view (Rousse)

I inherited the Dean’s old office. Best of all was the view from the window of the washing line, and the fine array of exotic birds that perched upon it.

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The special demands of a shopping companion (Rousse)

Each year I held a party for my colleagues at which I supplied a wide selection of homemade food. JK was a great fan of the event, as was BP: they had both attended six years in a row. This … Continue reading

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A sticky, sludgy end (Rousse)

My friend decided to take the ‘short route’ over the boggy moorland. ‘I won’t rescue you if you fall in!’ I called after her – just at the point that she sank up to her thighs in muddy sludge.

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