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Early funeral arrangements (Rousse)

Posted on March 11, 2015 by Dreamaticus

With very poor knowledge of the geography of the south of England I had hoped for more help from the red-uniformed staff on the newly-appointed Virgin East Coast service. The overweight guard pulled out a section of an Ordnance Survey … Continue reading →

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Shoes, socks and underwear in Swindon (Rousse)

Posted on January 30, 2015 by Dreamaticus

In a strappy black vest top and black trousers, I probably wasn’t suitably dressed for a memorial service – even if I had the approval of AH who peered lustily down my cleavage. My main concern was the fashion faux … Continue reading →

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A possible funeral and chances of a missed wedding (Rousse)

Posted on February 2, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I was wondering if I had visited this rural church before (perhaps for a funeral?) as PB-S brought me up to date on her holiday plans. She was looking forward to a few days away on the Norfolk Broads with … Continue reading →

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A dodgy flight to Dublin (Rousse)

Posted on December 13, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My route home from the funeral in Northern Ireland comprised a flight to Dublin, then a coach ride to the coast, followed by a trip in the QE2 at four miles an hour back across the Irish Sea. The latter … Continue reading →

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Family fun outdoors (Rousse)

Posted on July 29, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I rode with my family in an open train carriage across the wide salmon river. It had been an eventful day: my middle sister had taken my little sister to the hospital for an operation that she claimed to have … Continue reading →

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A bike and a beach hut at the Queen Mother’s funeral (Rousse)

Posted on November 4, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I travelled to the Queen Mother’s funeral on the back of G’s enormous motorbike. This was my first such experience, and I was grateful for the protective clothing that G lent me, including the special contraption to attach my feet … Continue reading →

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Failed funeral hair mission on the A286 (Rousse)

Posted on July 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

When I first took the phone call I thought it was my mother speaking, but as the north east accent became stronger I began to have doubts. If she were to be believed, an aunt had died and the funeral … Continue reading →

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Planning a party and pilfering pains au chocolat (Rousse)

Posted on February 27, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The venue asked us to make some decisions for our afternoon of celebration: would we prefer the chairs to be set out theatre or cabaret style, and when would we like tea and cake to be served – before or … Continue reading →

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An alternative use for Stilton cheese (Rousse)

Posted on January 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Obedient as ever, I packed some blue-veined cheese to take on holiday. This was at the request of the young hotel proprietor. I assumed that local supplies of Stilton had run out and that my purchase would revive the cheeseboard … Continue reading →

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On the tiles with Sammy Davis Jr. (Belle)

Posted on November 11, 2011 by Dreamaticus

While we average people mingled downstairs, the famous people remained in the upper restaurant. Each of us were awaiting our ‘audiences with’ and I knew that at 10.20 pm I would be taken upstairs to meet Sammy Davis Jr. I … Continue reading →

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