Author Archives: Dreamaticus

Middle-aged Swedish lesbian spoon art (Rousse)

My preparations for the World War II commemoration competition was going well. I had already produced a two page A4 document using a selection of inks in a rainbow of colours and my beautiful handwriting, I was confident that I … Continue reading

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A sunblock bottle hoarder in dip-dye blue jeans (Rousse)

I challenged my sister J, who had always claimed that she was not a hoarder. Why did she keep a collection of empty orange plastic sunblock bottles? There were at least 15 on her shelf, some of which dated from … Continue reading

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North Sea cello concert (Rousse)

At dawn on the last day of my holiday, I walked down to the shoreline of the cold grey North Sea. Already there were several brave souls in the water. Most were taking an early morning dip dressed only in … Continue reading

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Falling in love with a puppeteer and hill tapestry (Rousse)

My true love was a puppeteer. When his marriage of three decades collapsed due to the arrival of two very late children, he finally found me. My new man opened my eyes to art forms that I had never know … Continue reading

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Lost in a forest, all alone (Rousse)

It was alright for the sheep that wanted to reach the pasture from the shoreline. They simply ran across the single track road, then leapt up the cliff-face, skilfully securing their feet in rocky nooks and crannies on their ascent. … Continue reading

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Paul McCartney confesses nothing (Rousse)

Now that I had Paul McCartney’s confidence, I risked a few words about my aunt. He was more than happy to talk, but had no memory whatsoever of their teenage relationship, nor the dedication of PS I love you.

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An unintentional insult (Rousse)

Through the car window, I thought that I saw KA wearing a long thin pale yellow jumper dress in the new deli in Hexham. I parked nearby and walked back along the road to the shop. Sure enough it was … Continue reading

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Giving up on Argyll (Rousse)

I loved the beautiful arts and crafts house in Argyll that I shared with my parents and husband, so I was devastated when my father announced that he had had enough of the poor road links and isolation and would … Continue reading

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Newly-invested monks launch into Edinburgh (Rousse)

I needed to get home quickly to welcome our unexpected American visitors. This was a couple that we knew from the dot.com boom days of the late 1990s: we had met them on an incentive holiday in the US. My … Continue reading

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Dover unprepared for Brexit and terrorist attacks (Rousse)

The channel crossing was pretty rough, so it was with some relief that I sensed from under my hood that we were finally docking in Dover. In the rush to disembark I lost TPR and EF, but I wasn’t too … Continue reading

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