Boris Johnson, Nelson Mandela, a party, and horse riding (Rousse)

Boris Johnson and I joined forces to organise Nelson Mandela’s birthday party. As we prepared the celebration, I learnt that Mr Johnson had never ridden a horse.

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Lenushka suspicions (Rousse)

I had my doubts when my parents told me that they had recruited the Lenushkas as their new household staff.

My fears were confirmed one Tuesday afternoon. When Mr Lenushka picked up my call, he gave the impression that he was answering his own telephone – and in the background I could hear Mrs Lenushka hissing suspiciously.

Whatever had they done with my parents?

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The British three pin plug experience (Rousse)

‘I’ll never get used to this’, I thought, as I inserted the British three pin plug into the slot in my forehead.

Everyone raved about the effect, but it did nothing for me.

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Clam soup calamity (Belle)

So far the outdoor picnic party I had organised for my colleagues at Stonehenge was going swimmingly. Everyone was seated around stone tables, enjoying their food and drinking wine.

The same could not be said for me, however. I was still waiting on my first course (clam soup) while everyone else was on to puddings. I suspected foul play and carefully looked at my colleagues’ faces to see who might have bribed the wait staff to starve me. Having made several gentle reminders, a waiter slammed a can of Campbell’s Clam Soup in front of me. It had been half opened leaving a dangerously ragged metal lid perfect for slicing my fingers open.

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Hugging The Cure (Rousse)

The bad news was that I forgot to print out KT’s promised boarding pass. The police arrested her for 30 minutes for wandering the airport without the required paperwork. I served as her legal representative when I accompanied her for questioning.

The good news was that the band members of The Cure had missed a flight connection so were forced to wait with KT while new paperwork was generated for their changed travel arrangements. I unashamedly requested a hug from each of them.

KT’s plight and our encounter with The Cure meant that I forgot to check in for the flight myself. The rest of the passengers were appalled. Due to my idiotic mistake our journey was delayed even further.

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The stained glass well of Morningside (Rousse)

In our spare half hour, MHH and I made a quick trip down Morningside Road to the famous stained glass well.

We walked up the little hillock to the well shaft. From here we peered down at the jewelled glass lozenges that formed a neat platform above the water. The practicality of this was lost on us.

Our return along Morningside Road included multiple visits to charity shops (obviously).

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A flight over Luskentyre with the cat (Rousse)

With a small jump upwards, I was able to launch myself to fly wherever I wished. It was so easy to float unaided high above the white sands and Caribbean blue sea of Luskentyre on South Harris. One day I flew all the way from the Outer Hebrides to Oban.

The cat enjoyed the rides too – apart from the time that a giant grey rabbit family snapped at her paws as we set off on our travels.

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Queen Elizabeth II’s candlestick (Rousse)

RJH and TPR stole a white-painted wood candlestick stamped ERII from one of the royal family’s residences.

I was very ashamed of the pair of them.

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Surprise! Belle not invited to her own party

I really did not want to go on holiday, so I took a long afternoon nap instead. I woke up and knew I had missed the flight. I was thrilled – all I needed to do now was contact the friend who had organised this ‘fun holiday’ and make up a lie about my absence.

Downstairs, however, something was amiss. My houseguest, believing I was in Spain for a week, had organised a surprise party for me and invited all my work colleagues. Here they were, sitting in my lounge and laughing at my record collection. I was livid – how dare he make friends with my work family? And, if this was ‘my’ surprise party, as he was now claiming, why wasn’t I invited?

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Unwanted charity shop donations destroyed in secret in-store bonfire (Rousse)

TPR brought out yet another bags of clothes and random bits and pieces to sort for donation to charity.

I guessed that the knitting needles would be welcomed, but most of this junk was almost certainly destined for the Bethany Shop’s secret in-store bonfire.

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