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Equality and diversity at awards ceremony in rainy Hawaii (Rousse)

For those for whom this kind of incentive holiday was a first, dark skies and cold rain on Hawaii was a grave disappointment. For me, however, it was a relief, especially since I had spend the preceding weeks in a … Continue reading

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From garden wall antics in North Berwick to ballroom dancing at Glasgow Queen Street (Rousse)

I hoped that that those travelling in the morning traffic out of North Berwick towards the A1 and west into Edinburgh passed by at a sufficient speed not to notice our antics on a stranger’s garden wall. Afterwards we considered … Continue reading

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Fish, filo pastry, and a secret kiss (Rousse)

TPR burst into tears when I asked why he was serving fish in filo pastry for breakfast. He wouldn’t be pleased to hear that I had very much enjoyed a brief Christmas kiss with RB. However, unless this leaked out … Continue reading

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Hope for hoarders dashed (Rousse)

The back staircase was decorated pink. The neat piles of junk on the steps were numerous – perhaps an indication that, at long last, my parents were having a clear-out. However, when I stumbled over a box of out of … 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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Fried eggs and a friendship fractured (Rousse)

My friendship with Belle was over, and it was all my fault. I invited two extra women that I barely knew to visit, even though Belle was meant to be my guest of honour. At the time we were also … Continue reading

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Dame Jocelyn Bell Burnell and the strange shoe switch (Rousse)

TPR and I were staying temporarily in a small rented apartment along with DTJ and her toddler son JJ, who slept in a curtained off area at the far end of the sitting room. On a day when I should … Continue reading

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