Tag Archives: daughter

A mismanaged meeting and three glug jugs (Rousse)

Posted on August 3, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I raced as fast as I could to the meeting. AC and JB were in hot pursuit, not far behind me. As I suspected, the A6 to Penrith was closed so we had to take a quick diversion to reach … Continue reading →

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Watching Wimbledon with wool and whelks (Rousse)

Posted on June 27, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I was an intern for a large multinational company. They didn’t really know what to do with me, so I ended up staffing the main reception desk with a team of young men dressed in black trousers, dark grey shirts … Continue reading →

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When the Shop of Curiosities is out of stock (Rousse)

Posted on June 17, 2013 by Dreamaticus

The most curious thing about the Shop of Curiosities was that it held no stock. Once through the door all you found was a series of dark rooms containing a few sticks of old furniture and a couple of well-worn … Continue reading →

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Diversionary tactics and the ugly child (Rousse)

Posted on June 12, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Although long-divorced, P and G put on a cheery show when they brought their two children to the party. I’d met the little boy before, but was unsure as to the parentage of the girl named Chloë. I wondered whether … Continue reading →

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Sorting sleeping arrangements for house guests (Rousse)

Posted on June 4, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My parents had only been in the house for 12 months and already it was looking shabby. I almost tripped over the split lino as I ran upstairs to check who was sleeping where. If we weren’t careful, we would … Continue reading →

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Scandal of Yorkshire tourist information office that charges visitors to look at the moon (Rousse)

Posted on April 13, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We visited widower K in a Yorkshire village. He, along with his two small sons and daughter, seemed to be coping well since the death of his wife. I noticed that the little girl’s nails needed cutting, but she knew … Continue reading →

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Adventures in Aberystwyth (Rousse)

Posted on April 8, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Aberystwyth was buzzing with activity: ET-S was organising some event to collect data for her doctoral research; I was invited to deliver a keynote speech at the university; the theatre was running a “white festival” where everyone dressed in white; … Continue reading →

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Women didn’t know she was pregnant gives birth on holiday (Rousse)

Posted on April 7, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I admired the tiny baby in her crib. The skinny woman boasted that her daughter was just four hours old. She’s delivered her at the hotel while on holiday. It was all totally unexpected: the new mother hadn’t even realised … Continue reading →

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Intruders with a Chinese theme (Rousse)

Posted on January 9, 2013 by Dreamaticus

When I first opened my eyes I was very surprised to see my colleague AC standing over me at the side of the bed. “I’ve brought your breakfast”, he announced, waving three thin white carrier bags overflowing with Chinese food … Continue reading →

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Little Red Riding Rousse wins a dinner invitation

Posted on October 3, 2012 by Dreamaticus

When on a Little Red Riding Hood mission to deliver a supply of cottage cheese in my wicker basket to the S family, I came across TF digging muddy trenches in a field. He and has son T were committed … Continue reading →

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