Tag Archives: cold

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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Back to work in boxer shorts (Rousse)

Dressed in thin cotton boxer shorts, I arrived back at work after the Christmas holiday to find that someone had moved my desk into a shabby shared office with FR, IB, IH and SS. Here it was freezing cold, the … Continue reading

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Contini kidnap (Rousse)

We were all (including toddler JJ) squeezed around a big square table in Contini George Street, Edinburgh when a huge red-headed man in a kilt marched into the restaurant. He looked like an extra from Outlander. Most of us supposed … Continue reading

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Wear fur and wool to beat the winter office blues (Rousse)

LJ was so cold that she had turned invisible. The only reason we knew that she in the office and curled around the radiator was the direction from which we could hear her voice. Back in my own room I … Continue reading

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Early for the bus (Rousse)

I put on my long black cashmere coat, hoisted my rucksack over my shoulders, and headed out of the door to the bus stop. I could see a number 11 coming down the hill, but didn’t manage to reach it … Continue reading

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An uncaring husband (Rousse)

I was furious with TPR. First of all he dragged me all the way to E and LC’s house so that we could land on them unexpectedly – on a day that they were recovering from jet lag following their … Continue reading

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