Blind man shrinks in well (Rousse)

The black Labrador barked frantically above the well opening. Beneath him his blind owner was drowning. We managed to pull the man out of the water.

He was alive, but had shrunk to the size of a doll.

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Playing pig games with David Mitchell (Rousse)

David Mitchell and a bunch of friends walked into the games room just at the point that we were to start play.

I knew that it would be much more fun for our two parties to join forces at the larger games table, so I was delighted when David himself made this suggestion. He even offered to teach us the advanced ‘piggy’ version of the game.

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Moral opposition to second homes (Rousse)

Setting off on a hill walk in yellow Crocs was a bad idea, but not as stupid as buying a modern three storey house on a remote Scottish island with an unpronounceable name that sounded like a sneeze.

We’d only seen the house once, had never visited the tiny main town, and had no idea of the frequency of the ferry service. The furthest that we had ventured was a café drowning in chintz, and crammed with patterned china and heavy lead crystal.

Worst of all, I felt such a hypocrite. How could I justify our purchase to AC having only recently explained to her that I was morally opposed to second homes?

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Ghost walking with Steve Pemberton (Belle)

My life was now the plot of a 1970s thriller. As yet unknown enemies had sunk my small boat in the harbour and I was back on land, attempting to blend in with the customers of an organised ghost walk in Borough Market. The leader of the walk turned around and waved an umbrella at a derelict-looking front door, saying “Now, there’s a story to be told here”. Realising our guide was Steve Pemberton, I said to myself “Uh-oh, this is NOT going to end well”.

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Hospitality industry staffing shortages (Rousse)

I overheard TPR intimating that we would be more than willing to look after our landlady’s guest house on the Saturday of our week’s stay. Then he gave this stranger a detailed analysis of our financial standing. It appeared that she had judged our status on the basis of our tiny second hand car.

TPR had completely forgotten that our entire visit was built around a wedding that we were attending on Saturday (and we certainly had no need to earn any extra cash). There was no way that I was taking on the temporary role of chamber maid and bar maid to please anyone.

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Misplaced Midlands towns (Rousse)

After delivering my lecture on the management of book groups, I met my old school mates for another of our ad hoc reunions.

The location of the venue was meant to be a surprise. When I opened my eyes I saw that I was standing next to a Dunlop factory on the edge of a new housing estate, with a small town visible in the distance.

The others asked me to guess where I was. They congratulated me on my suggestion of the Midlands, then held up postage stamps that commemorated the 150th anniversary of the Stockton to Darlington railway in 1975. This was rather confusing: Stockton and Darlington are not in the Midlands. Could they think (incorrectly) that York – with its railway museum – was?

My school mates deemed York a very poor guess. They announced the right answer (inexplicably) as Durham.

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Donating rhubarb to the Dutch (Rousse)

My efforts exceeded all expectations.

Not only did I donate two of the plumpest rhubarb stalks to the war effort, I also led others to the Dutch embassy next to Buckingham Palace to ensure that they also made their own mandated contributions.

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Top pilates dancer breaks bones in Australian well accident (Rousse)

While I had been away on holiday, the gym had undergone a massive transformation. Pilates classes were now taking place in a huge gym hall, with three instructors simultaneously leading sessions. The two instructors on the lower level favoured ‘traditional’ pilates. I was more interested in the activities on the mezzanine, where the focus was on dance moves.

I had travelled to the gym by car with PM, intending to join the same class as her. However, when my colleague BP rushed up to me to invite me to partner him in the dance pilates class, I abandoned my friend. We struggled at first with headphones and ear pieces, but not long afterwards BP and I were soon dancing our hearts out. What a blast!

The next day I learnt that BP had fallen down a well at his sister’s house in Australia. My dance partner had survived his fall, but broken many bones.

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A bus driver’s intuition (Rousse)

My skills as a bus driver were called into question when I offered an apologetic explanation for poor stop management.

‘I saw that there was a stationary bus in front of me, and another behind, which I guessed was also hoping to pull in. I used intuition to determine my manoeuvres.’

‘Intuition is irrelevant to insurance claims’, said the other driver.

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