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A wasted wedding day in Edinburgh (Rousse)

Posted on March 31, 2018 by Dreamaticus

This had to be the most boring and short-lived wedding celebration of all time. Although some of my most interesting school friends were amongst the guests (including JB and GB, now a married couple themselves), TPR and I were sitting … Continue reading →

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A wedding dress fashion for fur (Rousse)

Posted on February 18, 2018 by Dreamaticus

‘My’ bride was a beautiful teenage African girl. She wore a tight-fitting white gown decorated with soft animal fur. I was so proud when she paraded with all the others, not least because she really was the belle of the … Continue reading →

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A pop art philanderer (Rousse)

Posted on February 18, 2018 by Dreamaticus

I had arranged to meet SC for a drink after work at 6:30pm, and it was already 6:35pm. I really couldn’t afford to be any later for our appointment so I abandoned the mess on my desk and headed out … Continue reading →

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Fat woman in White Stuff tunic dress is reckless on the roads (Rousse)

Posted on February 16, 2018 by Dreamaticus

When they heard our news, my elderly parents drove all the way (all on their own) to visit us at our new house in East Lothian. They stopped off at White Stuff in Edinburgh city centre on the way. There … Continue reading →

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Sisters, a husband, and parents on holiday (Rousse)

Posted on February 13, 2018 by Dreamaticus

It seemed inappropriate that two little blonde sisters aged six and eight wearing white shift dresses would be showing tourists around a World War I theme park. It was also rather odd that TPR was not staying in the plush … Continue reading →

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A busy seaside highland hotel (Rousse)

Posted on January 28, 2018 by Dreamaticus

I hoped that all this cycling was helping me to lose weight. I’d seen a shocking video of myself in a mustard yellow shift dress over black leggings and did not the idea that kindly people had taken to describing … Continue reading →

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Orange tent dress adjustments (Rousse)

Posted on January 23, 2018 by Dreamaticus

I was with MSB in her studio on a Sunday morning when one of her clients turned up with an urgent request. The vile orange nylon tent dress that she was wearing needed to be rehemmed. Please could MSB do … Continue reading →

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A birthday weekend of scent, satin, a speech, kisses and sick (Rousse)

Posted on January 13, 2018 by Dreamaticus

Our flat was packed with visitors for the weekend of my birthday, many of whom had travelled a long distances to be with me. AW and JS had come all the way from Farnham, Surry – together, on friendly terms. … Continue reading →

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Stockton man traffics refugees as a sideline to drug dealing (Rousse)

Posted on December 11, 2017 by Dreamaticus

TPR and I were setting down to watch a 1970s film in the upstairs drawing room of the White House when we sensed that we were not alone. After a quick check behind the furniture revealed nothing, we sat back … Continue reading →

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Bicycle thief Mr Almond’s attack (Rousse)

Posted on November 18, 2017 by Dreamaticus

Every time that we returned to our house there was further evidence of attempted break-ins. We knew that it was only a matter of time before we would come home to a crime scene. The day finally arrived when we … Continue reading →

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