Dealing with an extra last minute dinner guest (Rousse)

We struggled to find L and EC’s bungalow as TPR led us in circles around the small estate. We were about to give up on our lunch date when we saw EC in the street hunting for us.

EC’s face dropped when she saw three of us. We had told a third party that OC was coming too, but this information had not been passed on.

‘I know that four ramekins are not easily split into five, but I have a small appetite’, I offered. EC smiled in acknowledgement. Everything would be alright.

As things turned out, there were seven of us at the dinner table. DJ and FB were the other two guests.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Solo bikes, tandems, and trandems shelter from heavy Hebridean traffic (Rousse)

The Isle of Harris was now such a popular holiday destination that hundreds of cars and camper vans surged through Tarbert and up into the hills whenever the CalMac ferry docked. The traffic was so heavy that all cyclists knew to step off the road and wait in the ditch whenever a new wave of vehicles hit the single track road.

On this occasion, I was at the top of the Clisham where many other cyclists had gathered. This gave me an opportunity to ask the age of a pair of elderly tandem riders, and admire a yellow, electric, trandem.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Prince Harry’s sobs (Rousse)

With hands held tight and fingers inter-meshed, the three of us hugged one another close so that Prince Harry could sob safely into our coats.

I started to pull away. ‘We’re almost at the Balmoral gate’, I whispered. ‘The press will be there. You’ll need to stop crying now.’

I felt ever so sorry for my princely friend.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Secrets of a summer cycling trip (Rousse)

A week in a dormitory on the converted Queen Margaret University campus was a very modest holiday for us, but fit the remit. Best of all, XX was there.

Although her ex-husband and two children were with her, XX was still up for telling us all about her summer cycling trip with her special ‘friend’.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Lunch in Corbridge (Rousse)

I set off to collect my cousin FA from the exam hall. I should have known that he would have left his desk long before the end of the allocated time to complete the paper. It took a while to work out where to find him and take him to my grandmother’s house in Corbridge.

On arrival, we headed directly upstairs. In her own bedroom, my grandmother was hosting a meeting with her three children: my mother, my aunt, and my uncle. Across the landing, my sister JMH was hosting a lunch party in one of the other bedrooms.

FA and I joined the lunch party. This turned out to be a terrible disappointment because (a) there was hardly enough bread to go around and (b) apart from the recently restored dining table, all the furniture in the room was extremely tatty.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

An unsupportive father (Rousse)

My father’s joke that he and my mother were separating was in very bad taste given that TPR had just left me.

Perhaps he thought I had a chance of winning TPR back with the lumps of chocolate that I had left scattered about the house? When even JC resisted them, this seemed unlikely.

Then, after climbing the ladder to the upper floor, I found TPR lying in a makeshift bed next to my youngest sister. This dashed all my hopes for a reconciliation.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

A sticky PhD problem with orange Blu-Tack (Rousse)

MS had obviously not considered the existing provision for PhD student training when he created his ‘new’ programme. He stuttered unconvincing excuses when I reminded him that we were only accredited for the programme that we delivered in 2020.

As I pulled open my desk drawer to extract the large sheet of flipchart paper that listed all the previous sessions inked out in green marker pen, he suggested that I take my ideas to DB and the others at the meeting across campus, starting now.

It took me 30 minutes to find the meeting room, by which time the others had left. I did, however, enjoy playing with a ball of bright orange Blu-Tack en route, and catching a glimpse of SC and TMcE in the café.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Chain bridge construction challenge (Rousse)

The core of the challenge was to cross the narrow chain bridge. This would have been achievable had the task not also required the construction of sections of the deck as you made your way across.

I simply did not have the strength to position the planks, and the moment that I glanced down and clocked the depth of the ravine, I was toast.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Dangers of dressing in the dark (Rousse)

Dressing in the dark is never a good idea, especially not on the day that a photographer is booked to take your portrait for the university web site.

In the daylight I discovered that I was wearing a florescent lime green dress. I had also completely forgotten to put on any make-up.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

King Charles takes the replacement bus service (Rousse)

I accompanied King Charles on his journey south by train from Balmoral. His carriages were very different from ours. Their worn wood panelling and tatty leather upholstery contrasted with the modern furnishings throughout the rest of the train.

When we reached Dumfries, however, the King was treated just like everyone else forced to suffer the replacement bus service.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment