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An ancestor in oil (Rousse)

The famous art critic presented a slide of an eighteenth century oil painting of a lady in a posh dress and hat. As soon as he revealed her her name, I was convinced that she was one of my ancestors. … Continue reading

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The wrath of Florence (Rousse)

SS pulled me back. ‘Don’t venture down the executive corridor’ she cautioned, ‘Unless your are prepared to face the wrath of Florence’. This intrigued me – and I decided to risk it. I continued through the double doors and past … Continue reading

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A glug jug bargain (Rousse)

I saw the green and mustard yellow glug jug and made a grab for it. “How much is this?” I asked. “£18.” “It’s a bit chipped. Please could I give you £5?” “OK.” The woman next to me cast an … Continue reading

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Couple helpless as Royal Bank of Scotland head office goes up in flames (Rousse)

I was sitting on the concrete floor at Waverley Station, leaning against a plate glass window, when X approached me. “What are you doing here?” I demanded to know. “Shouldn’t you be at a conference in Norfolk?” X lifted me … Continue reading

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