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Masters supervision without Margaret (Rousse)

When I came out of MR’s office I found a Chinese student waiting for me in the corridor. Once we had cleared up whether or not she was Margaret (she was not), I led her to the room that I … Continue reading

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Christmas at the White House (Rousse)

Two enormous wrought iron gates guarded the two entrances to the White House. I pushed open the one to the right of the gravel drive and made my way to the front door. Once inside I made my way to … Continue reading

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Locked in the loo at Summerhall (Rousse)

I slept for the two hours that I was locked in the ladies at Summerhall. When I woke I climbed over the top of the cubicle door and made my escape into the street. Although by now it was 11:30pm, … Continue reading

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Entire Georgian terrace destroyed by fire (Rousse)

When we returned from our early morning run we noticed smoke leaking through the main door of number 15. We took no action. Two hours later the fire had spread along the street and firefighters were banging on every door. … Continue reading

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A secret tryst at the White House (Rousse)

It was mid-January and high time that our Christmas visitors headed off home. While non-stop partying had its appeal, these so-called friends were eating us out of house and home, and TPR had strong suspicions that they were sponging off … Continue reading

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Gordon Brown and hard toilet paper (Rousse)

Gordon Brown greeted me cheerily as he pushed open the door of the unisex toilets. ‘How does he know my name?’ I asked myself. I also wondered what he would think when he discovered that there was only hard toilet … Continue reading

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Two chocolate mousses and a trip to Budapest (Rousse)

In her vast farmhouse kitchen (with two modified dishwashers and two fridges) my Cousin B (hair all coiffed) offered us each a chocolate mousse, plus a carton of double cream to share. As she headed out of the door to … Continue reading

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