Monthly Archives: July 2025

The husband clone (Rousse)

Posted on July 29, 2025 by Dreamaticus

My problems more than doubled when my husband was cloned. Which man was which? How long would the clone last? If one died, how soon afterwards would the other follow? Then there was the issue of explaining this bizarre situation … Continue reading →

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Sir Keir Starmer in platform shoes

Posted on July 25, 2025 by Dreamaticus

Sir Keir Starmer in tottering platform shoes was a useful distraction on the day of my mother’s funeral.

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Action-packed Pitlochry (Rousse)

Posted on July 13, 2025 by Dreamaticus

BR was busy organising meetings to address his latest work predicament, my sister J was about to arrive in town at the invitation of her daughter A, and my deceased father was almost completely submerged in the water of Loch … Continue reading →

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Adventures with a Ford Granada (Rousse)

Posted on July 8, 2025 by Dreamaticus

I took my mother’s car keys without her knowledge and set off in the Granada to the meeting at the Royal Society of Edinburgh. I followed the car in front, stupidly assuming that the driver was also heading in the … Continue reading →

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An aeroplane exit and an Edinburgh Fringe entry (Rousse)

Posted on July 6, 2025 by Dreamaticus

I paid attention as the air steward ran through the safety announcement. The instructions had changed. In an emergency, we were to exit through the roof of the plane. The route was through small marked holes in the ceiling. We … Continue reading →

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Axe-wielding climate change protesters damage personal property (Rousse)

Posted on July 2, 2025 by Dreamaticus

I ran back to the train carriage just in time to collect my forgotten belongings. A few seconds later, and the cleaners would have scooped up everything for disposal. Out of the station and onto the Edinburgh streets, I ran … Continue reading →

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