Tag Archives: Edinburgh

Unwanted cutlery (Rousse)

My sister arrived in Edinburgh with a present for me: a box of mismatched cutlery. “It’s OK”, I whispered to TPR, “We’ll use it this once, then take it to the charity shop”.

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Charity shop bans the rich (Rousse)

I was delighted to hear about a new charity shop on Edinburgh’s Castle Street, especially since it was rumoured to open at 07:00 each morning. That meant that I could visit it on my way into work! So imagine my … Continue reading

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Lost cycle panniers, and Japanese water tanks (Rousse)

How would I admit to TPR that I had lost both of my fully-packed cycle panniers, one of which included our soap bag? I had no idea where I had left them along my solo route in the Scottish borders. … Continue reading

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Edinburgh property dispute (Rousse)

We had already sold and moved out of our Edinburgh flat a couple of times – and always ended up buying it back again. There was something about the sensible dimensions of the rooms, as well as the flat’s convenient … Continue reading

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Treasure in the littered streets of Edinburgh (Rousse)

TPR and I moved into a new flat in a less-than-salubrious part of Edinburgh. Here the street was awash with litter, and weeds grew in the cracks in the pavement and along the centre of the main road. We were … Continue reading

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Irresponsible gun disposal (Rousse)

When the men started to throw beer at us on George Street, we took this as a signal to flee. We charged down Castle Street, onto Princes Street, and up a side road in the West End. Just as we … Continue reading

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Scottish hurricane transport (Rousse)

One minute I was watching the rain lash against a top bedroom window of a guest house on the Isle of Lewis. The next I was whipped up from my seat by the force of the hurricane and transported to … Continue reading

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