Ignored by Canadians (Rousse)

At my cousin’s farm in Somerset, I shared JB’s bath water and TPR sorted out our Mac accessories while the Canadian branch of the family ignored us.

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Anonymous author anger (Rousse)

My research group made its home on a single floor of a 1970s high rise. Although the building’s exterior was ugly, we did well to make the inside cosy with antique furniture and carefully positioned ornaments.

Everyone seemed happy enough until the day that we received an anonymous letter about a recently completed PhD thesis. FR and I soon worked out that LK was accusing JM of failing to reference Scottish Government publications on page 164. LK took this as a personal slight since she was the author of all the ‘missing’ sources.

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Rainbow clown wigged lawyer granny keeps avocado green toilet in her sitting room (Rousse)

My lawyer paternal grandmother was a stunner, even when wearing her rainbow clown wig. It was a pity that she barely practised law these days, largely due to the frailties of old age.

Changes to her lifestyle were evident in several modifications to her bungalow. For example, the house had been stripped of most of its furniture and ornaments, and where a coal scuttle once stood on the hearth in the sitting room there was now a convenient avocado green toilet.

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A ruined antique, a banana loaf, and paperwork for Holy Island (Rousse)

Almost as soon as I did it, I knew that I should have never plonked a red hot Le Creuset casserole dish on the top of a highly polished antique mahogany sideboard. Sure enough, I’d instantly made a nasty circular scorch mark in the wood. To make matters worse, I couldn’t find a single French polisher listed in the tiny volume of the Yellow Pages (printed on white paper, bizarrely).

When my sister J joined us for lunch, she offered not an ounce of sympathy for the plight of the furniture. Instead, she thrust a still-warm homemade banana loaf into my hands, then made herself comfortable in the sitting room.

Later, I spoke on the phone to my (dead of seven years) father. He discussed at length various admin issues related to Holy Island. Then he apparently wandered off, leaving the phone line open, never to return.

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Jonathan Ross seeks flat and recognition in Edinburgh (Rousse)

Jonathan Ross stood in my study and spoke with excitement of the prospect of buying a flat in Edinburgh. I suggested that he step away from the window to avoid the risk of drawing the attention of passers-by.

‘You must hate this aspect of celebrity life’ I sympathised.

‘On the contrary’ replied Ross, ‘I love it.’

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Interesting work in Stockton-on-Tees with broadcaster-farmer Stuart Maconie (Rousse)

Alongside his broadcasting career, Stuart Maconie worked as a part-time farmer in partnership with my cousin BB. They ran their agricultural operation from my childhood home in Stockton-on-Tees, on the corner of Darlington Road and Kenton Close.

I managed to wheedle myself into Maconie’s orbit by taking on the job of his studio assistant. My main role was to provide feedback on his radio shows, and run simple errands.

One day I successfully provided an analysis of an interview that Maconie conducted with my friend JH. I felt obliged to admit, however, that I was somewhat surprised that a local covers bands merited mention in a highly-respected national radio show.

Then I agreed to fetch a bale of hay from the barn. Unfortunately I failed on this second mission. This was because I was distracted by the changes to Kenton Close. From around number 28 onwards, the tarmac outside the houses had been grassed over, and two sets of opposite neighbours had even constructed paths into one another’s gardens. It was also now possible to roam the woods at the end of the street, and an absolute joy to see several children playing outside unsupervised.

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Unexpected guests (Rousse)

We were going to the make the most of the peace of quiet on the last morning at our cosy rental cottage. However, rather than enjoying a lie-in as planned, we unexpectedly played host to a seemingly unending string of visitors.

Amongst those who called in to see us were P and SM. The pair of them were chain-smoking roll-ups with the excuse of a stressful few months due to the decline of SM’s father. AH also surprised me by (a) coming along without CS and (b) greeting me with a kiss full on the lips.

We were so preoccupied with our guests that it was 11:55 when we remembered our midday check-out time.

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Winning the train quiz (Rousse)

TPR issued us all with a National Museums of Scotland worksheet.

When I saw the set of questions on early passenger trains from the 1820s, I was convinced that I would win this quiz.

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Donkey-dog terrorises peaceful Northumbrian village (Rousse)

I walked the length of the main street of the pretty Northumbrian village. Where the stone cottages gave way to fields full of livestock, an animal leapt over the wooden fence and bounded towards me.

I struggled to identify the creature. The size of a donkey, it had the playfulness of a dog. I stroked and petted it, then we played fetch for a while. When I turned to retrace my steps and find my friends in the village café, I hoped that the donkey-dog would return to his field.

However, on realising that I was leaving him, the donkey-dog transformed into the Big Bad Wolf. I ran away as fast as I could, seeking refuge in the café. The donkey-dog pushed past the tables, chairs, and counter all the way to the toilet cubicle where I attempted to hide. It stood on its hind legs, popped its huge clawed paws over the top of the door, and glowered at me.

Where was the café proprietor? What about my friends? Why did nobody answer my screams for help?

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Circus tricks for dogs (Rousse)

In the time that I travelled up one floor in the hotel lift, I taught three stray dogs a range of impressive circus tricks.

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