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Dead grandmother joins Rousse on an uncomfortable trip to Ireland (Rousse)

Posted on March 16, 2013 by Dreamaticus

It was a long journey to Ireland by sea and coach. My poor Granny H, dressed in her usual uniform of camel, smiled the whole way, but in my heart I knew that she was not enjoying herself – especially … Continue reading →

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Fearless kayakers ignore shark in Scottish waters (Rousse)

Posted on January 3, 2013 by Dreamaticus

On the day that we packed the car and crossed back over to the mainland we discovered that X and Y had also spent their summer holiday on the Isle of Mull. It was a pity we hadn’t known earlier … Continue reading →

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The body in the bedroom (Rousse)

Posted on November 17, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR made the gruesome discovery when we lifted the bed across to the other side of the room. Gently swinging from from the bedstead was the stiff little corpse of a fully dressed toddler. From the state of the decomposing … Continue reading →

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Daring Danish rescue attempt ends with death (Rousse)

Posted on November 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I’d only met C in real life once before. Since our brief encounter earlier in the year all our recent contact had been online, where C’s alias was A. He’d agreed to pass on some photography hints to TPR so … Continue reading →

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Lambs to the slaughter (Rousse)

Posted on November 2, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We were living in temporary accommodation with a flock of sheep until our move south was complete. Something had gone horribly wrong overnight, possibly due to my carelessness with a canteen of cutlery. I’d dropped it down the staircase and … Continue reading →

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Resurrectionists active in the north east (Rousse)

Posted on October 9, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR had developed a process to bring the dead back to life. So now I found myself in a bar in Hexham chatting to both my grandmothers and my great-great auntie S, plus other assorted relations (officially still alive). Unfortunately … Continue reading →

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Unrequited love and a dangerous trip to Holy Island in a cast-iron Victorian clawfoot bath tub (Rousse)

Posted on September 8, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Somehow I kept adding to my list of lovesick middle-aged men. Each one ignored my very married state. They all independently believed that with a little persuasion my resistance would collapse and I would leave my husband. I lay in … Continue reading →

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Pot plant neglect penalty (Rousse)

Posted on August 24, 2012 by Dreamaticus

MI slammed the study door, then thumped along the hall to my bedroom, a thunderous look scored across her face. “You let my plants DIE!” she howled. She was right. I had completely forgotten about the three pots of weedy … Continue reading →

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Secret family members save Rousse from deadly double decker

Posted on August 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

None of our business colleagues seated at the conference dinner in Darlington had any idea of our secret: no longer divorced, TPR and I had remarried in secret. Instead all eyes were fixed on Tim Atkinson, showing off as usual … Continue reading →

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A Jack Vettriano original (Rousse)

Posted on August 10, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Usually I didn’t have much to do with my widowed colleague X. His fearsome office wife guarded him jealously with an arrogant form of possessiveness that bordered on the pathological. In short, if you came too close, she’d make it … Continue reading →

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