Author Archives: Dreamaticus

Ten year-old genius develops new app to measure distance (Rousse)

My new best friend was MS, the ten year-old daughter of an external work colleague who was on business in town. MS very proudly showed off a new app that she had just developed. It was an electric ruler that … Continue reading →

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An invitation to a secret Hebridean bolt-hole (Rousse)

GJ ran past ED, barely stopping to give her a high five. When he reached me I expected the same. However, it turned out that I was worthy of a greater prize: a kiss on the lips and an invitation … Continue reading →

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Advice from a pale cyclist (Rousse)

I completed the last hundred metres of my morning run and turned the corner into our street. There I found SL with her back against our railings, and her hands clinging onto the handlebars of her red bike. “I think … Continue reading →

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A departure from the running routine (Rousse)

As we served them their porridge for breakfast, we excused my cousins B and JW and their friends C and SW from the daily morning run.

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Skye tourist information exploits child slave labour (Rousse)

TPR and I had rented a cottage on the Isle of Skye, but had no idea where it was located. Lost on the outskirts of Portree a cheeky toddler called Mary led the way to our accommodation.

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Peeping Tom tries it on with naked runner (Rousse)

The man leered at me from the doorway as I pulled the drawer open to look for a sports bra. “Nice body”, he murmured, stretching out his right hand to stroke my bare flesh. “Help! TPR!” I shrieked. My husband … Continue reading →

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Lemon Rousse (Belle)

Standing in the black and white corridor I could see Rousse striding purposefully across the quad in my direction. I turned dramatically to the camera crew and delivered my line: “Now why would anyone need SO many Jif lemons?”. Refusing … Continue reading →

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My life as a conference stripper (Belle)

With the conference room set up ‘theatre style’ and the delegates quietly seated, the sound system started playing a George Formby tune I didn’t recognise. The first act entered from the wings and began a comedic strip, while the delegates … Continue reading →

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The most popular artist (Rousse)

My father’s massive oil paintings hung with the rest of the exhibition in the campus gallery. They looked fantastic next to a huge variety of work, which included a beautiful black and white photographic composition by my colleague EF. At … Continue reading →

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Breast implants and Beatnik disappointment (Rousse)

I needed to back in Edinburgh by Friday for meetings at work in the morning, and an evening Beatnik party. My sister J arranged to drop me off at the station on the beach by the Arsenal ground on her … Continue reading →

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