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Gothic novel dramatisation set to be one of the best films of 2011 (Rousse)

The elder of the two middle-aged sisters stirred in the cramped brass bed then stuck her left foot out from under the flowered eiderdown with a groan. She awoke with a loud complaint about the state of spinsterhood in Victorian … Continue reading

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Boy racing and GCSE results (Rousse)

It difficult to tell what was the more shocking: (a) my colleague PC terrifying my Volvo-driving parents by goading my father to race his souped-up Subaru around a supermarket car park in Peebles, or (b) my nephew’s one and only … Continue reading

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Do you wear underwear with leather trousers? Is a tandem a useful weapon? How do you converse with the dead? Rousse investigates…

I sat with the Spanish holiday-makers in the leaky summer house looking out at the torrential rain. It had been pouring for weeks. Would the sun ever make an appearance this “summer”? Bored with the weather, I made a dash … Continue reading

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Rousse pays homage to shark-wrestling Finnish immigrant

It was a bad day: I lost my shoes (black patent leather Mary Janes), mislaid my headphones, and couldn’t face a bare-footed music-less walk home. To my rescue came Professor JM. She offered me a lift down the A1 with … Continue reading

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Shoes lost and children found in Oxford (Rousse)

We were just taking our seats for breakfast at the guest house in Perth when suddenly the phone rang. In Oxford P, S, L and T were missing us terribly and demanded our company there and then. Miraculously we joined … Continue reading

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A car park reunion and worthy hotel labour (Rousse)

It had been quite a while since I’d seen school friend ST so I was delighted when we were reunited in the car park. I dared myself to invite him to join me for lunch and was astonished and grateful … Continue reading

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David Cameron’s seven-pack centrefold – plus numerous other adventures, including one at Buckingham Palace (Rousse)

At first I was thrilled to be resident at Buckingham Palace. However, I hadn’t understood that once welcomed in, there was little prospect of getting out. I begged the security staff to show me the exit, explaining how much I … Continue reading

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Fish and lamb (Rousse)

P and SM had secretly amassed a vast collection of enormous glug jugs, now displayed with pride in their sitting room. Some hung from from hooks, and the rest were arranged higgledy piggledy on a high shelf. I particularly admired … Continue reading

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Loss of voice and mind (Rousse)

When I returned to work after a bout of illness I discovered two things. First, builders had demolished all the women’s toilets in my wing. Second, when it was announced that I was off sick, colleagues had queued at KC’s … Continue reading

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Secrets of the royal bride-to-be (not Kate Middleton, but Rousse)

My royal wedding was just a couple of weeks away. How extraordinary that I had been chosen to marry a prince of the realm (groom as yet unspecified). My school friend AH (now AR) was green with envy. In spite … Continue reading

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