Author Archives: Dreamaticus

A stolen suitcase and Champagne for singles (Rousse)

Unless I was prepared to stay in London forever, I had to chance this last train to Edinburgh. I reasoned that if we reached Newcastle, I could always bail out and stay overnight with my parents. In the event it … Continue reading →

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Rousse’s trip to Spain uncovers NHS zombie and Sir Alex Ferguson’s secret château

I acknowledged that this little game with passengers at Edinburgh airport was losing its appeal. Stopping dead in your tracks just to witness the reaction of people following immediately behind you is a bit childish. At the gate, and from … Continue reading →

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Belle honeymoons alone

I had been married less than one day and yet couldn’t remember where I had put my husband. It was typical of me to mislay something like that. Meanwhile, back on the cruise, a simpleton was serving me a dish … Continue reading →

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Rousse’s new career as a dress-making waitress

It was so thoughtful of my colleague EH – mother of Christmas twins and a waitress like me – to think of giving me a fabric shop gift voucher as a house-warming present so soon after we moved into our … Continue reading →

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Distressed baby elephant upstaged by new republic (Rousse)

I stole the enormous slices of carrot cake from the supermarket staff’s Christmas party, then LM and I gorged ourselves in an illicit bedroom picnic. The pretty little red-haired toddler gazed up at the snow-topped range from the car window … Continue reading →

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Shh – it’s a secret society (Belle)

The fire station was an attractive modernist building overlooking a river, but the rest of the city was ugly. It was just a badly painted pantomime backdrop. Meanwhile I had inadvertently joined a secret society of librarians and an over-enthusiastic … Continue reading →

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Life as an abandoned wife (Rousse)

I made an uncomfortable 47 year-old undergraduate banished to the University of Birmingham to finish my degree, and to do so properly this time around. The youngsters resident at the Manor House gradually became used to my presence, and gladly … Continue reading →

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The Extended Shakespeare Company (Belle)

It was the last day of term at my boarding school. The school’s Shakespeare production was stonkingly slow and the class nerd was the most unlikely Romeo. Not only did the play drag on for days, but some liberties had … Continue reading →

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Time travel by train and a deadly secret unveiled (Rousse)

Time travel at York railway station was easy-peasy. By crossing from one platform to the other and boarding the north-bound service to Oban I was transported back to circa 1982. This filled me with delight. I could now make a … Continue reading →

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Belle keeps it in the family

After a brief fling with a rotund middle-aged man I had ordered from Facebook, I found myself dating his much more appealing son. At some point I was going to have to come clean – but not yet. We were … Continue reading →

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