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Unemployed Sunderland couple give daughter away (Rousse)

Who was this small dark-haired, short-legged child with a Scottish accent living with the mother of my childhood friend ECM? She couldn’t possibly be ECM’s little sister: her mother had been widowed for years. A neighbour (and known fantasist) suggested … Continue reading

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My husband’s secret family (Rousse)

TPR was a father. His two sons were born to American women in the mid-1990s. I knew nothing about this at the time because TPR was working away from home in California.

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Fears of adult children emigrating (Rousse)

“It’s your mother on the phone” shouted TPR from the far side of our US hotel bedroom. I took the call. My mother had rung to discover the real reason why I was spending so much time at the ‘other’ … Continue reading

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Crash victim bodies buried in moorland peat bog (Rousse)

My father told us that we should go up to the moors and remove all the evidence of the car crash. His main concern was that the wreckage and bodies that my sister S and I had buried in the … Continue reading

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Caring for the elderly (Rousse)

My father didn’t intend any harm, but when he drove into PH from behind as a joke the old man fell directly on his nose and suffered much pain. I knew that it was my job to help him now, … Continue reading

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Poisonous crabs and unpierced ears in Australia (Rousse)

I took TPR’s Auntie Rita on a trip to Australia. On the first day we bought some provisions from a chemist and took them to the park where poisonous crabs ran through the grass. I met a lovely father of … Continue reading

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Alan Sugar’s son sews (Rousse)

Lord Alan Sugar was the father of the boy. I might have been his mother, and possibly also Lord Sugar’s wife, but I could not be certain. Whatever my status in the household, I took it upon myself to entertain … Continue reading

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