Tag Archives: boy

Fostering in Bristol (Rousse)

Posted on July 27, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I took up part-time fostering. My charge was a boy of about 11 years of age whose father had left the family, and whose mother could not cope. My first assignment was to spend a Saturday afternoon with him and … Continue reading →

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A surprise encounter in Rhyl (Rousse)

Posted on June 16, 2014 by Dreamaticus

We returned to Rhyl and waited outside the church. TPR, HJ, SL and I expected to see DE as soon as the service ended. As soon she emerged through the church door, I sidled up to her to say hello. … Continue reading →

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Tickled by a ghost at a high school reunion (Rousse)

Posted on May 7, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I was incredibly excited that 23rd August had come round so quickly. Whatever happened to all those weeks since the reunion plans were fixed in May? I walked into the school hall and the first people I saw were LA … Continue reading →

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Ian Rankin’s muse (Rousse)

Posted on April 4, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I watched the final scene of the latest Ian Rankin novel to be dramatised on BBC television. His broken back mended, the young boy was reunited with his father just beneath Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh’s Holyrood Park. It was only … Continue reading →

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An unlikely pupil of Wellington College (Rousse)

Posted on November 30, 2013 by Dreamaticus

A steady stream of teenage boys in bottle green aertex shirts passed me in the narrow corridor. I could tell that they were pupils of Wellington College from the words stitched in yellow embroidery just below their left collars. One … Continue reading →

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London runner saved by the kindness of strangers (Rousse)

Posted on November 14, 2013 by Dreamaticus

TPR ran ahead of me, clearly appalled at my lack of athleticism. If that was how he felt, I would just give up. I stopped for a while and read the discarded Argos catalogue that I picked out of the … Continue reading →

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The boy with the dragon tattoo (Rousse)

Posted on June 15, 2013 by Dreamaticus

The guests hurried to get off the coach that BM had chartered to transport everyone to his magnificent 40th birthday celebrations. All dolled up in a turquoise dress with short black sleeves and flashes on red across the bodice, and … Continue reading →

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Diversionary tactics and the ugly child (Rousse)

Posted on June 12, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Although long-divorced, P and G put on a cheery show when they brought their two children to the party. I’d met the little boy before, but was unsure as to the parentage of the girl named Chloë. I wondered whether … Continue reading →

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Rousse hunts for food after a cold night in the research council committee car

Posted on September 21, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The venue for the research council meeting was a tiny battered car on Annandale Street. I was squashed in behind the front passenger’s seat listening to academics pontificating about anything but research. For example, one shared his obsession for staging … Continue reading →

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When massage therapy goes wrong (Rousse)

Posted on May 2, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR laughed at me from the other end of the treatment table while my friend tried her best to keep a straight face. Then fitness trainer SS appeared from nowhere and attempted to clamber up on to the table and … Continue reading →

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