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Zombie dad on an iPad (Rousse)

Although dead for over a year, my zombie father was still very much in our lives. One day, when in bed browsing old footage of family dining on an iPad, he froze a frame of himself scowling. Then he summoned … Continue reading

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Liverpool’s lame literature expert (Rousse)

I limped across Liverpool to Anfield to track down KA at work. Now employed as a physiotherapist at Liverpool FC, she would be able to massage my leg back to working order. I was particularly keen to be fit for … Continue reading

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Escaping from book group (Rousse)

Left in charge of the book group, SC transformed it into an escape game. All the clues could be found on the reverse side of the place mats, just beneath our dinner plates on the table.

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Food shortages in the Outer Hebrides (Rousse)

It was well-known that this was the last season that the bed and breakfast on the Isle of Lewis would be welcoming guests, and for this reason it was mobbed. Most visitors were returning guests, keen to relive the fun … Continue reading

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Driving backwards to a dinner date (Rousse)

My mother put the Volvo into reverse, swivelled the driver’s seat to face the back of the car, and drove backwards along the dual carriageway. She disregarded my warnings that she risked crashing into the lorry behind us that was … Continue reading

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Entertaining a former fitness model – in a dirty blue and white spotted bikini (Rousse)

JS came to visit us at the new house that we were sharing with TPR’s parents. It was a rather small semi on a housing estate, but all the rooms were perfectly proportioned and we believed that there was possibly … Continue reading

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Smoke, sausages, and exclusion (Rousse)

It was impossible to disguise that I was an middle class English woman, and did not belong in a Northern Irish Protestant working men’s club. However, my hosts were keen for me to witness the atmosphere in the smoke-filled bar, … Continue reading

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