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Lettuce, a lorry, and Looney Tunes (Rousse)

Belle was in town (hurrah!) but she was leaving on the next train (boo!) When she confessed to me that she had arrived two days ago to stay in her Edinburgh New Town pied à terre I did my best … Continue reading

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Vending machine temptation (Rousse)

I lay under the vending machine eyeing the US equivalent of a Kit Kat that was almost out the drawer, unwrapped. When I could not bear it any longer, I gave into temptation and licked the chocolate. Of course, now … Continue reading

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A deadly bed and breakfast (Rousse)

It must have been cold in Susan Morrison’s bed and breakfast because TPR was wearing JH’s woollen beanie hat in bed (while JH slept on the floor beside us). It was a dangerous trek across the field to breakfast the … Continue reading

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Violence on the buses (Rousse)

ECM and I were travelling south along the east coast train line. I was heading to a conference in Kent, and she was accompanying me part of the way. It was only when ECM left the train that I realised … Continue reading

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A secret agent and a sacred text (Rousse)

My duties as a secret agent charged with recovering a sacred text were part-familiar and part-terrifying. As I stood on the pavement on Edinburgh’s George Street, I knew that the passing motorcyclist would slap me when he drove past. Then … Continue reading

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Sarong underwear (Rousse)

I pulled my former colleague AT up the muddy bank to the gap in the wall that led to the open countryside. At first I thought that it was too small to accommodate us, but GB demonstrated that the space … Continue reading

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Hiding from a husband (Rousse)

TPR was annoying me so I decided to hide from him – by levitating above the trees by the river bank. Eventually I had to come down again, but he still couldn’t see me because by then it was dark. … Continue reading

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