A 15 stone friend (Rousse)

You couldn’t miss ECM these days, now that she weighed 15 stone!

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Jilted mistress seeks kitchenware (Rousse)

Our former neighbour J came to the right place when she needed some pans. I unlocked our shed and offered her our selection of redundant Le Creuset items. I warned her that I wasn’t giving them away; she would have to pay for anything that she took.

I was interested to learn that she needed kitchenware to set up a home on her own. Her married lover could no longer afford to keep as her as his mistress while continuing to support his wife and children as a supposed respectable married man.

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Arrested by the Donald Trump militia (Belle)

I was standing in the middle of a packed sports hall in a Mediterranean country when a group of armed men, dressed in black, pounced on me and arrested me for “sedition against Donald Trump”.

Later my travel companions came to visit me in my cell. We all agreed we needed to Google ‘sedition’. Then S said “Belle, you are due back at work on Monday – won’t your bosses be angry?” and I belly-laughed, “Are you kidding, they’ll think it’s effing cool”.

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Undercover work at the sex club (Belle)

I had infiltrated a high end swingers party in London’s King’s Cross by dressing head to toe as an invisible ninja. I recognised politicians and influencers chit-chatting in an animated fashion in the bar. It was all pretty tame stuff. Then I spotted my former best friend, A, sitting in the middle of the crowd quietly reading a paperback. She was bound to expose me as a spy, so I decided to leave and waited for a night bus. Every bus I caught seemed to take me further away from home until I ended up in Perry Barr in Birmingham in the 1970s.

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High end living with Jason Statham (Belle)

I was trying hard to become accustomed to my new life as “The Stath’s” current squeeze. When we arrived at the hotel, I was no longer expected to walk to the reception desk to check in. Instead, Jason drove me through the hotel lobby in his vintage silver sports car.

The receptionist leant in through the window: “We understand that you were so tired when you checked in two hours ago that you slept through your telephone ringing.” I was confused by her elaborate nods and winks until it dawned on me. I was an international jewel thief and the hotel was giving me an alibi.

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Hoarder order (Rousse)

The rumours that my sister lived in complete chaos were false. She had disposed of all the hoarded belongings from one room in her flat and was now busy painting it white. Her bedroom was also very neat and tidy. The beautiful green carpet was clear of debris, with all my sister’s clothes neatly tidied away in a handsome chest of drawers.

Only the kitchen and sitting room needed serious attention.

I wondered whether the complaints about the state of her flat were simply a ruse to generate pity?

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Ideas for a four star toilet (Rousse)

For a restaurant that had aspirations for 4* status, the ladies lavatories needed much attention. My suggestions for improvement included:

  • Placing toilet paper inside the cubicles, rather than glueing individual rations onto the cubicle doors with sticking plasters.
  • Widening the cubicles so that there was sufficient space for a comfortable visit to the loo.
  • Asking the plumber at work inside the cubicle to declare himself to the visitor before she did her business.*

*I almost jumped out of my skin when, at the end of my visit, he announced his presence by tapping the back of my leg with the end of a screwdriver.

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Cannabis and a boxer dog (Rousse)

SM hosted a delicious lunch for six. We all missed P, but S’s friend provided interesting entertainment when he hinted that it smelt of cannabis upstairs and S reacted by offering everyone a spliff.

TPR also contributed to the fun. He showed off his latest movie. This included secret remote footage of S in his garden playing with a boxer dog.

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Yoga versus Radio 1’s dance fitness (Rousse)

It was 11:45 when I remembered that I was booked into a yoga class at 12:00.

I ran all the way to the gym in the vain hope of reaching the studio in time. Alas, I was too late to join the class.

Instead I watched a huge group of people enjoying ‘dance fitness’ in a session run by Radio 1. This looked a lot more fun than boring old yoga.

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Dawn French presides over Irish-Spanish wedding in private chapel of stately home (Rousse)

My in-laws held back the early morning visitors to their stately home while their staff vacuumed the Persian rugs.

Meanwhile Dawn French, dressed in all her Vicar of Dibley garb, was busy setting up the private chapel for a wedding in the afternoon.

Two marching bands were on their way to the wedding venue. The one from Northern Ireland represented the bride. That from Spain represented the groom.

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