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The toilet roll guru of raving (Belle)

It was a dangerous city at night, yet here I was climbing over walls trying to find my coat and bag after an evening out. I was glad K from school was there to keep me safe. In the all … Continue reading

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Killer Brillo pads (Belle)

A student was showing me his paper-based Breakfast Survey which he was distributing to commuters at Brockley station. I challenged him, angrily: “So basically you’re simply asking people at which of the expensive cafes near the station they bought their … Continue reading

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A day out in London with a Dane, an impersonator, and a baby Belle (Rousse)

I had a day out with Belle in London. First she took me to the museum café where she treated me to a raspberry and ice cream fruit sundae. I ate it seated next to a Dane who told me … Continue reading

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Another restaurant fire on Edinburgh’s Broughton Street (Rousse)

A new restaurant was opening on Broughton Street in the space between the two cafés that had recently burnt down.  It was rumoured that the owners were trying to decide a name that would capture the notion that their place … Continue reading

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A hospital romance (Rousse)

The cancer ward proved a fertile hunting ground for a new husband. There I was courted by a tall dark French man. Meanwhile my mother patiently waited for me in the café.

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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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The drunkard and the dead dog of the depths (Rousse)

GG was so surprised to find me outside her house that she collapsed on the pavement in a heap before I even had a chance to greet her. When eventually she came to, she was delighted to meet me for … Continue reading

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