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An abandoned banana baby (Rousse)

The Pitlochry guest house was not to my tastes at all. The proprietor behaved as if she was everyone’s best friend, but I could see through her act. All that interested her was the fastest means of extracting as much … Continue reading

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Exploding trains in London add to landfill problems (Rousse)

London was one huge rubbish tip. When TPR and I stepped off the train the only way out of the station was up a mountain of landfill. The next day we heard that a train had exploded on arrival at … Continue reading

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The dangers of tractor detailing (Rousse)

TPR’s new role in life was tractor detailer. I watched him set up a machine for washing. I was very worried that he might accidentally start the tractor engine while underneath it and be crushed to death.

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A ladybird problem and an excess of dry goods at Bridge Farm, Ambridge (Rousse)

While a guest of Pat and Tony Archer at Bridge Farm I supervised some final year undergraduates as they completed a maths and genetics project. The assessment task involved the breeding of super-strength ladybirds and storing them in jars. In … Continue reading

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Medical emergency at King’s Cross, Richard Curtis style (Rousse)

It was as if we were in the middle of a script of a Richard Curtis film, where all the female characters were in love with the same man. I belted one of the other girls with my handbag when … Continue reading

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A Lake District escape (Rousse)

One minute I was lying next to my gorgeous cousin N. The next I was a kidnap victim, crushed into the back of a car heading for the Lake District. A strangely-shaped man, who had obviously raided my rucksack, squashed … Continue reading

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A crush on a younger man (Rousse)

I knew that S had fancied me for years. I used to think that he was too young for me, but over time he had matured, and now I found him rather attractive, especially now that he wore his dark … Continue reading

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