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Bone engineer on a bridge (Belle)

It was quite an arrival as a huge chauffeur driven car took us through the hotel lobby and directly to the check-in desk. My father was impressed. Later I met my youngest cousin P on a bridge. He told me … Continue reading

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Rousse’s rich skip pickings

My former neighbour was a wasteful interior designer. This was great news for me and the new occupant of the flat above mine. We could take our pick of all the items that the spendthrift had abandoned in the skip … Continue reading

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A resurrection music rant (Rousse)

When it looked like she had come to the end of her loud Home Counties rant about spoiling the peace of the Scottish countryside, I murmured an ‘OK, we get it’. I quickly slipped her the two fingers just as … Continue reading

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Car jack lover (Rousse)

FJ jumped into the car, grabbed the wheel, and declared his undying love for me.

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Dalek Rolls Royce kidnap (Rousse)

I remembered that I had not been able to find a large enough space to leave my white Rolls Royce in the car park next to the river. Now I had also forgotten where I had eventually left it. Nevertheless, … Continue reading

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Topless David Beckham’s River Tweed tattooist (Rousse)

David Beckham’s tattooist lived with his family on the banks of the River Tweed. I discovered the artist’s identity the day that TPR drove us to the tiny riverside cottage in his new black sports car . I admired the … Continue reading

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Driver and passenger walk free from overturned Volvo (Rousse)

Having successfully negotiated the main section of the journey to Edinburgh with my maternal grandmother in the smaller of my mother’s two silver Volvos, I lost concentration on a road that had been partially cordoned off, slammed into a traffic … Continue reading

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