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Filthy rich families fight over weddings in space (Belle)

A group of Saudi billionaires had promised India’s richest man that his daughters could be married in space. Sadly the technology had failed and the rockets had never taken off.  Billions of dollars of broadcasting rights had been sold and … Continue reading

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Zombie dad on an iPad (Rousse)

Although dead for over a year, my zombie father was still very much in our lives. One day, when in bed browsing old footage of family dining on an iPad, he froze a frame of himself scowling. Then he summoned … Continue reading

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A lobster-pot daughter and dodgy art work cleaning (Rousse)

Even though he obviously was not her father, TPR was the primary carer for our tiny new African baby. She was so beautiful that even I found it hard to believe that she was my very own daughter. We were … Continue reading

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Cholera risk on transatlantic flights (Rousse)

My entire family was flying to New York: mother, father and all three daughters (although my little sister was yet to put in an appearance). I arranged for us to travel in the greatest comfort: by king size bed. As … Continue reading

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A jewellery box burglary (Rousse)

It had been a sticky meal all round and now my cousin’s wife SB was bringing a tray of red jellies out of the fridge. Meanwhile her daughter PB was ruining a pale leather jewellery box as she poked it … Continue reading

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A day out in London with a Dane, an impersonator, and a baby Belle (Rousse)

I had a day out with Belle in London. First she took me to the museum café where she treated me to a raspberry and ice cream fruit sundae. I ate it seated next to a Dane who told me … Continue reading

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Naval engineer in smoking disgrace (Rousse)

My father organised a big birthday party for me in a social club. TPR and I would be a little late joining our guests, but we knew that JM (who was bound to come on time) could look after those … Continue reading

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The battle of St James’ Park (Rousse)

I climbed the concrete steps barefoot up to the top of the terraces of St James’ Park stadium. I found my seat amongst the other Newcastle United supporters, eagerly awaiting the start of the match against Bolton. A woman along … Continue reading

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Second wedding wildlife (Rousse)

The bride wore a bizarre blue patterned lawn cotton gown, as did her chief bridesmaid daughter. Two of her three sons, dressed in black suits, vied for the role of best man. This all seemed pretty pointless to me since … Continue reading

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From garden wall antics in North Berwick to ballroom dancing at Glasgow Queen Street (Rousse)

I hoped that that those travelling in the morning traffic out of North Berwick towards the A1 and west into Edinburgh passed by at a sufficient speed not to notice our antics on a stranger’s garden wall. Afterwards we considered … Continue reading

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