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A lost white Volvo, a 10K race, and a needy husband (Rousse)

My sisters argued that my mother’s white Volvo would look good in her care home car park. I refused to move it there. In any case, I had no idea where it was. I also had other things on my … Continue reading

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A flying visit to Nine Mile Burn (Rousse)

JM gave me very little time to consider the sense of his suggestion. ‘Just hold my hand tight, and everything will be fine’ he instructed. Then we jumped the twenty feet from the balcony into the school hall below. JM … Continue reading

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Stabbing victim’s wife welcomes his murder (Rousse)

TPR and I were awakened by footsteps crunching across the gravel outside our bedroom window. I ran to the front of the flat and heard voices in the sitting room. There JS slept under white sheets in a corner. Meanwhile … Continue reading

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Christmas at the White House (Rousse)

Two enormous wrought iron gates guarded the two entrances to the White House. I pushed open the one to the right of the gravel drive and made my way to the front door. Once inside I made my way to … Continue reading

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An encounter with the monochrome set (Rousse)

Unused to running late, I was full of apologies when we finally pulled up the gravel drive of the White House in Hartburn. The cyclist was waiting, leaning against the dining room window with his white bike. I learnt later … Continue reading

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An unwise trip to the Scottish Antique and Arts Centre (Rousse)

My father and my sister J had started their car journey from Stockton, so they were delighted when I suggested we break our journey at the Scottish Antique and Arts Centre. As we pulled into a parking space on the … Continue reading

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Class-conscious Cotswolds offers mixed welcome (Rousse)

Everyone* we knew had moved to the Cotswolds. We drove down to see if life there would suit us too. My sister J set up an introduction for us with the vicar’s wife, also newly arrived in the village. The … Continue reading

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