Tag Archives: cold

A cold shoulder for book group defectors (Rousse)

When EH and I climbed into the car for our lift to work we could not understand why JS was so cold towards us. She soon provided an explanation. She’d cooked up a feast the night before for our book … Continue reading

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Sisters, a crop top, a wooden dinosaur, a knitted kangeroo, and a Christmas lunch invitation (Rousse)

I mentioned to my sister S that it was probably not a good idea to go out in a crop top. It was a cold day. In addition, ‘Madonna circa 1986’ was no longer a good look in 2015. My … Continue reading

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Sunblock and boat safety (Rousse)

TPR bobbed about in a wooden rowing boat in the bay without a care in the world – until he noticed that my arm was turning red in the sun. He remembered that he had packed sunblock and leant over … Continue reading

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Disobedience during the fire drill (Rousse)

When the fire alarm rang I was standing at my computer with EH. ‘I’m taking my handbag and coat’, I said, remembering the last time when we were stuck outdoors for ages in the cold. EH didn’t hear me. She … Continue reading

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Castle trap (Rousse)

X and I were trapped in a damp, crumbling castle. Each time we turned a corner the cold, dark, wet walls closed in on us even further. How would we ever escape?

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Economical in-flight entertainment (Rousse)

We hadn’t quite finished packing for our trip for Australia. We were so excited at the prospect of heading to the warmth of a late Antipodean summer, leaving the bitter cold of a British January behind. I reminded TPR to … Continue reading

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A seaside discussion of the merits of the Marks and Spencer store card (Rousse)

My long-dead red-lipsticked granny and I clung to the sea wall bracing ourselves for the next wave. Although the scene might have looked tropical with its smattering of palm trees along the shoreline, this was the north east coast of … Continue reading

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An audience with Paul Weller (Rousse)

Paul Weller was just visible through the sitting room window. He seemed to be singing to himself while all the others at the party were listening to old vinyl records. I signalled to him from the street to join me. … Continue reading

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Bodies on Birmingham’s Bristol Road South (Rousse)

TPR and I lay naked on the tarmac on the Bristol Road South next to the pedestrian crossing. I was freezing. Many of the cars that passed slowed down to look at us, yet nobody offered to pick us up … Continue reading

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Andrew Lawrence, the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre, a stranded bride, and the ruler of the universe (Rousse)

We headed up the M6, keen to reach our destination in time to take part in the 10k race, my final exams, and the graduation ceremony. We were grateful not to be travelling in the opposite direction. A light aircraft … Continue reading

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