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Planning for bi-lingual off-spring (Rousse)

My bride-to-be was a Spanish heiress who was due to inherit a massive fortune from her financier father. Her parents approved of our match, even though I was foreign and female. The one thing that I looked forward to most … Continue reading

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Blond cat-whiskered half-gorilla baby swept out to sea (Rousse)

She really was a beautiful baby, with a beaming smile and a few tufts of blond hair. I thought, however, that the cat whiskers were rather out of place on her sweet face – until someone explained to me that … Continue reading

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Salvaged: a single-footed skateboard and an antique secrétaire (Rousse)

Back in Birmingham again, TPR, my father, and my little sister were picking through the contents that we had left three decades earlier in our old house in Northfield. Much of it was junk. This included a narrow skateboard with … Continue reading

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Failed seduction in a Birmingham bedsit (Rousse)

Even though I vowed to him that I would never stray from the arms of TPR, my father’s cousin did his clumsy best to seduce me. His attachment to a thin ornamental walking cane – supposedly a support for his … Continue reading

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Dangerous estuary bathing (Rousse)

My cousin BB was already bathing in the warm estuary while I was still struggling to get my dress over my head so that I could strip off to my underwear and join her in the water. The two women … Continue reading

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Two deaths for Daddy (Rousse)

Both the hospital and EasyDeath had lied. It was impossible that those ashes in the box on the mantelpiece were my father’s because here he was still clinging to life, looking for fish in a low river with my mother … Continue reading

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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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A lobster-pot daughter and dodgy art work cleaning (Rousse)

Even though he obviously was not her father, TPR was the primary carer for our tiny new African baby. She was so beautiful that even I found it hard to believe that she was my very own daughter. We were … Continue reading

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An octogenarian goes cycling (Rousse)

My mother and I joined the main carriageway carefully – which is just as well because a large timber lorry had obviously not seen us on our bikes, and nearly took out the pair of us. We were heading north … Continue reading

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Cholera risk on transatlantic flights (Rousse)

My entire family was flying to New York: mother, father and all three daughters (although my little sister was yet to put in an appearance). I arranged for us to travel in the greatest comfort: by king size bed. As … Continue reading

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