Tag Archives: daughter

Woman gives birth to seal (Rousse)

My friend showed off her beautiful new baby daughter. She was a tiny glossy silver-coated seal. I had never seen a sweeter face with such appealing dark, near-black eyes.

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Rumours of garden corpse in case of missing wife (Rousse)

Each day I offered my new daughter a cup of tea the moment that she came home from school. Every time she ignored me. Similarly her father (my new husband) also wanted little to do with me. Could this be … Continue reading

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Unemployed Sunderland couple give daughter away (Rousse)

Who was this small dark-haired, short-legged child with a Scottish accent living with the mother of my childhood friend ECM? She couldn’t possibly be ECM’s little sister: her mother had been widowed for years. A neighbour (and known fantasist) suggested … Continue reading

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Methadone-infused sugar cones to cure addiction (Rousse)

The mother was at her wit’s end caring for a floppy middle-aged child whose only interest in life was her next fix. There was nothing that could be done except to sit and watch as the addict threw methadone-infused sugar … Continue reading

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From the Greek massacre to rioting on the streets of Edinburgh (Rousse)

G and LE started a fashion for building houses half way up the crags of Holyrood Park. My parents planned to do the same. In the meantime we lived in a small caravan in a car park next to Holyrood … Continue reading

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Amazing discoveries from the dead to diamonds in rainy Birmingham (Rousse)

I drove through the rain to Birmingham where I met KB. Homeless since last Christmas, he’d now managed to secure accommodation for himself and his two foster children: Catherine aged 6, and Harry aged 12. (His own daughters had both … Continue reading

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A tale of two journeys (Rousse)

One minute I was wrapped in furs, slipping through a sparkling wintry landscape in an open sleigh discussing the merits (or not) of daughters with regional accents. Next I was on the East Coast train service, squashed up against French … Continue reading

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Advice for a NQT? Don’t go into teaching! (Rousse)

I bumped into my school friend KC (wearing a hideous pale blue fake satin 1980s style ballgown) and her daughter K at a service station on the M5. The daughter explained that she had just finished teacher training. She asked … Continue reading

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Royal family shooting (Rousse)

The first I heard of the shooting of members of the British royal family was when I turned on the television news and saw live footage of Princess Anne and her daughter under fire. As she fled the scene, I … Continue reading

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The writing of Horace and Brighton bullies (Rousse)

This first gathering of the UK information science community in years took place on a hill top in Brighton. There I was really pleased to meet HJ Horace, the American writer. I told him that I wanted to buy his … Continue reading

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