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Oscars red carpet fail averted (Rousse)

How could I tell my cousin NT, as well as his wife DT who had selected the outfit, that a 1970s shocking pink velvet suit, complete with oversize lapels and 24 inch flared trousers, was not a good look for … Continue reading

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Party limits (Rousse)

The parties hosted by my cousins were now so popular that they were obliged to fix a sign to the door to note that there was a limit of 100 guests.

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A Yorkshire woman in Canada (Rousse)

My cousin NT steered the tiny green car through the snowy Canadian landscape. I doubted that it would make it up the hill without snow chains, but NT was prepared to give it a go. In the end, however, we … Continue reading

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A lakeside retreat in the US (Rousse)

Our long drive across the states with cousins NT and DT eventually brought us to the beautiful detached red brick house of a slim, elderly black man. The building was crammed with fine antiques, including a handsome marquetry grandfather clock. … Continue reading

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A Canadian in the UK (Rousse)

My extremely tall, dark, handsome Canadian cousin was living in the UK with his Italian girlfriend and her two children. One day I had a go at being as tall as my cousin. I discovered all the inconveniences that extra … Continue reading

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Shark danger in Lake Ontario (Rousse)

Within hours of landing in Canada I boarded a yacht at the behest of my cousin NT. Suddenly the wind picked up and threw us from the craft into Lake Ontario. Sharks fins circled. I considered whether I would prefer … Continue reading

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Secrets of Sir Ian Brindey’s affair hidden in porridge (Rousse)

My cousin B finally revealed the solemn secret that she had been harbouring for years. During the war my grandfather had been in a relationship with Sir Ian Brindley. ‘There’s further information in there’, she said, pointing to the museum. … Continue reading

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