Tag Archives: death

A book, a bereavement, and butcher’s pie (Rousse)

Nearly everyone I knew had read the tragic novel, loved it, and discussed it whenever the opportunity arose. The one exception was my gym friend L. Whenever she approached any of us, we swiftly changed the topic of conversation. L … Continue reading →

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Beggar bleeds to death in gutter (Rousse)

This was going to look very fishy in court, especially since a witness overheard my instructions to TPR: ‘He was begging. You thought he was going to attack you, so you struck first. It’s not your fault that his head … Continue reading →

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Belle goes swimming (Rousse)

Belle and I stood at the cliff edge, watching the swimmers battle in the rough waves that crashed into the jagged rocks below. ‘I’m going to do it’ she shouted suddenly, throwing her body forward. She fell through the air … Continue reading →

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Monkey in a motorhome (Rousse)

With my sister at the wheel of our motorhome, we were driving south through France to the drop off my niece A and her partner D at a ski resort. It was a wonder that we weren’t killed en route. … Continue reading →

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Risks of mistaking a deep coma for death (Rousse)

I had some explaining to do when JG and his wife BG flew in for a brief visit. ‘Isn’t you father dead?’ enquired JG, peering over at the wizened old man muttering incoherently in his chair. ‘We thought so’, I … Continue reading →

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Beetroot pee (Rousse)

Before I served the soup, I forgot to warn our lunchtime guests of the effects of beetroot consumption. They were probably now staring down lavatory bowls, convinced that they had contracted a deadly disease.

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Reckless driving on the River Tweed (Rousse)

My father was super-impressed that my school friend PM (was PS) owned the land that ran from the back of her house all the way to the River Tweed. ‘Is the bank solid?’ he asked, as he inched the wheels … Continue reading →

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Invitation to murder (Rousse)

My family was running the risk of reputational ruin. Already we were known for being loud and eccentric. Now it seems that we had invited someone for dinner and – for entertainment at the end of the evening – murdered … Continue reading →

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Marilyn Monroe’s foreknowledge of death (Rousse)

Someone asked me if we should tell the young Marilyn Monroe that she would die in her mid-thirties. I responded that she probably knew this already from checking her Wikipedia entry.

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Holy Island pre-death giveaway (Rousse)

Several of my former colleagues flocked to the Holy Island of Lindisfarne to attend AT’s pre-death giveaway. The ceremony was rather like the reading of a will, except that AT was still alive and you took away your booty on … Continue reading →

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