Tag Archives: garden

A late breakfast (Rousse)

Posted on July 15, 2013 by Dreamaticus

A dozen pretty coloured bags filled to the brim with bedding plants lined the hall. “Great”, I thought, “He’s going to smarten up the garden”. The kitchen table, however, was a more puzzling sight. What were all these mounds of … Continue reading →

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Parrot spotted in Edinburgh New Town garden (Rousse)

Posted on June 4, 2013 by Dreamaticus

There was a parrot up a tree in the garden. A parrot? In central Edinburgh? Yes, a parrot was perched on a branch of the tree against the back wall! I rushed into the house to grab my camera, but … Continue reading →

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Garden overhaul leaves daughters unimpressed (Rousse)

Posted on May 21, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My parents had been busy upgrading the White House. In the garden beneath the arched window they had laid a marble pétanque board, there were exercise hoops installed next to the summer house, and a red outdoors telephone where one … Continue reading →

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Peep Show’s Super Hans seeks new recruits to his “Moonys” cult (Rousse)

Posted on February 22, 2013 by Dreamaticus

It was a huge journey from Prague overland, but I eventually made it back to the UK – even though I was minus my pale green fake fur coat, lost by a fat middle-aged woman at a ball in Austria. … Continue reading →

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How to stop a straying husband (Rousse)

Posted on November 2, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR was about to go astray again. I managed to remove him from the clutches of LP long enough to remind him of the consequences of a third affair. The best way to distract him, it appeared, was to take … Continue reading →

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Camera software update problems (Rousse)

Posted on October 30, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Dawn was breaking when I heard the strange noises outside. I drew the curtains and opened the shutters to investigate. Our garden had transformed into an urban wildlife park. My father was there playing the role of zoo keeper, busy … Continue reading →

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Home extension adds to work worries (Rousse)

Posted on September 15, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We had just moved into the restored blackhouse located to the rear of the garden at the back of our flat. My first task was to chase the swarm of five bees around the sitting room and kitchen and out … Continue reading →

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Digital media experts flummoxed by musical suitcase (Rousse)

Posted on July 13, 2012 by Dreamaticus

What fun: at last KA and I had wangled things so that we were both heading to the same conference! Ahead of us lay two days of academic discussion of digital media. My father-in-law drove us to the venue from … Continue reading →

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The long walk to London and cartoon china mugs (Rousse)

Posted on July 2, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My mother could barely manage a few steps around her own garden, yet my husband’s powers of persuasion were such that she had signed up for his long walk to London. Much to his distress, however, I resisted his invitation. … Continue reading →

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A cat-assisted attempt to avoid divorce (Rousse)

Posted on March 24, 2012 by Dreamaticus

There was only one way that I would find time to do my own research ever again: to register for a second PhD. I considered several options. I could return to the University of Birmingham where I had studied as … Continue reading →

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