Tag Archives: daughter

Her majesty the mother of the bride (Rousse)

Posted on August 17, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I joined the parade for SB’s wedding in the 9-inch nude stilettos chosen for me by WB. All around were upright marching bands, soldiers proud in bearskin hats, and pretty dancing ponies. My nephew P and niece A brought up … Continue reading →

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Edinburgh house moves (Rousse)

Posted on July 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Everyone in Edinburgh was on the move. Local KL put her tiny two-bedroomed flat overlooking Bruntsfield Links up for sale. Then G and JG gave up their big family house in Devon for a flat in Marchmont. Their new place … Continue reading →

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Rousse’s real parents

Posted on July 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

So now I knew the reasons why I looked nothing like either of my two sisters, and my parents clammed up whenever the topic of genetics came up in conversation. AP confessed to me that back in 1962 he embarked … Continue reading →

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A failed kidnap and household safety advice from a Newcastle United fan (Rousse)

Posted on May 21, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We two brothers (plus dog) climbed into the car. Each of us believed that it was the other who had arranged to be picked up by this strange man and his daughter. Before long, however, we established though some frantic … Continue reading →

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Bedroom design ideas (Rousse)

Posted on March 23, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I stood at the top of the steps that led down to my sister’s master bedroom, astonished that she could possibly accuse me of self-importance. She and her husband had built their bedroom on the scale of a Norman cathedral. … Continue reading →

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Gay marriage shocker eclipsed by enemy bomb attack on UK airports (Rousse)

Posted on March 7, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I met my gay friend at Edinburgh airport. After he showed me his scars he introduced me to a tall, slim and beautiful African woman, her mother and two children. These were his “wife”, “mother-in-law”, and his own son and … Continue reading →

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Danes are more beautiful than Brits – so says Finnair (Rousse)

Posted on February 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I raced through Gatwick Airport, desperate to reach the Finnair flight to Oslo before the gate closed. DC was also at the airport, en route to Greece. Delighted to find company, he asked my advice on where to purchase a … Continue reading →

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A cross-Atlantic trip to the Liverpool Museum of Prison Life (Rousse)

Posted on February 4, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I hadn’t seen my school friend JB for over thirty years so it was quite a surprise to bump into her in Liverpool. Her husband and one of their four children accompanied her. They’d travelled all the way here from … Continue reading →

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Bananagrams, sharks and sons drama (Rousse)

Posted on October 20, 2011 by Dreamaticus

We were playing Bananagrams with S & N when I pointed out the sharks swimming up the river. Nobody paid any attention to me. Similarly I was ignored when I told my mother-in-law that if her youngest daughter really did … Continue reading →

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Victoria Beckham brightens Rousse’s conference woes

Posted on July 9, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I walked up to the Sheraton Hotel in Edinburgh with BF. I was rather embarrassed to be attending a conference in my purple fleece pyjamas, but BF was almost identically dressed and didn’t care at all. Once everyone was assembled … Continue reading →

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