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Bare bottom disgrace (Rousse)

Princes Street was brimming with brides in town for wedding shows. Fortunately none paid any attention to me, struggling to cover my bare bottom with a pair of big white pants. There was, however, one person who was rude to … Continue reading

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Bra-less wife misses dinner date with Amanda Holden (Rousse)

The coach was due to leave at 18:30 for the conference dinner at the other side of town. At 18:15 I watched TPR cross the road to climb aboard and save a couple of seats for us. I knew that … Continue reading

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Return from the dead in an empty multi-storey car park (Rousse)

BMcK emerged through the gloom of the bottom level of an empty multi-storey car park. “Go away!” I shrieked. “You’re meant to be dead!”.

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Looking for the space shuttle and hunting for a dress with no knickers (Rousse)

There was so much to do between lying on the roof with PC and a pair of binoculars looking out for the space shuttle above to deciding on an outfit for the church service in the village. The latter was … Continue reading

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A cancelled dip in the pool and a missing cashmere cardigan (Rousse)

LC picked me up in her car. Two of her blond grandchildren were bouncing up and down on the back seat with a couple of their little friends, a dark-haired brother and sister set. When we reached the gym the … Continue reading

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A reunion with Gandalf, Dumbledore, Beowulf, and Basil Fawlty (Rousse)

Gandalf and/or Dumbledore was dead. I saw them wheel his body into the hall on a trolley. The white sheet was meant to cover the entire corpse, but strands of long white hair could not be contained and peeked out … Continue reading

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JK Rowling bakes a mean meringue (Rousse)

This is the tale of the day that JK Rowling and I finally secured our friendship. It didn’t start well… BR scolded me. He couldn’t understand why I thought it acceptable to walk the length of the railway line completely … Continue reading

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