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An encounter with a narcissist robot (Rousse)

I was an unexpected, and unwelcome, guest at the house of a woman who was in my year at school. We barely knew one another. I had simply spoken to EC, a retired accountant, at a couple of reunions in … Continue reading

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Balderdash, chocolate buttons and Amelia Earhart (Rousse)

I had to interrupt this ridiculous game of Balderdash. Why did anyone ever get the impression that it was a straight general knowledge quiz? So what if Amelia Earhart was the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic? More … Continue reading

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A [deleted] academic idiot (Rousse)

There was precisely one hour before my first lecture of the new academic year – and I had done no teaching prep WHATSOEVER. RR urged me to at least make a couple of PowerPoint slides, while I wondered how many … Continue reading

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Return of the student bride (Rousse)

From a pretty ordinary hotel room TPR and I were upgraded to a massive suite. The room included a huge Georgian sideboard and a bed that was positioned in the open air on the balcony giving great views of the … Continue reading

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A philanderer and a forgetful wife (Rousse)

When J begged me to sleep with him I asked whether he had been unfaithful to his wife in the past. ‘Several times’ he replied. It appeared that he got up to all sorts of mischief on lads’ weekends away … Continue reading

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Party highs and lows (Rousse)

Finally reunited, it was going to take more than looking after a bunch of party guests to prise me away from my comfortable position wrapped around XY on the sofa. He was wearing me like a stole and I loved … Continue reading

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