Tag Archives: cold

Super-friendly furry animals, early blooms, and stolen chocolates (Rousse)

Four grey squirrels, each accompanied by a tiny rust-coloured baby kit, leapt from the treetops into my coat as I passed through the market. I managed to shake the squirming animals out of my clothing by the time I reached … Continue reading

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A dip in the cold (Rousse)

I was telling my sister an elaborate tale of undergraduate risk (how could I ever have been so stupid?) as we approached the beautiful Italian swimming pool. I was not tempted to take a dip – it was far too … Continue reading

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A secretive cold rice pudding home-coming (Rousse)

EH and I returned together from the book group meeting in West Lothian. We hailed a taxi to take us Steventon, then caught a number 11 bus that was en route to Tranent via Edinburgh city centre. Back at home … Continue reading

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Bacon roll threesome plot a murder (Rousse)

QDX, CSX, GSX and I were so pally that we had taken to meeting for a bacon roll in Crombies each morning, then returning to bed together for a cosy lie-in. We also plotted a murder. Careful to protect ourselves, … Continue reading

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Rob Brydon kiss and tell (Rousse)

I knew that Rob Brydon was in town for the Edinburgh Film Festival, but had not anticipated that he would forsake the celeb parties in favour of popping down the road to pay us a visit. He embraced me in … Continue reading

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Horsepower (Rousse)

I clung onto the roof of the train carriage until I could bear the cold no longer, then embarked on the dangerous descent. It was difficult to drop to the road while the train was travelling at speed. Who knew … 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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