Tag Archives: high heels

Donald Trump supervises knicker removal registration (Rousse)

Donald Trump observed me from his seat behind the table at the bottom of the stairs. It was hard work for me to totter down the steps towards him in my blue high heeled sandals. However, if I wanted to … Continue reading

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Life without a willy (Rousse)

The biggest surprise at TPR’s work reunion was the Japanese engineer dressed in a dark maroon kimono-style mini-dress and black, strappy, high-heeled sandals, who boasted that life was so much better without a willy.

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An aristocratic amour (Belle)

My new boyfriend was obsessed with me. He was an aristocrat and heir to a large estate and a stately home. He liked to wear high heels with his Savile Row suits. Due to his status, and me being common, … Continue reading

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St Cuthbert and a staircase (Rousse)

I had heard of people trapped in lifts, but what about trapped in a staircase? The irony was that I had told skinny June in the high heels that I was taking the stairs because it was safer. I was … Continue reading

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Prince Harry and high heels (Rousse)

I travelled to locked down London for training as a new member of the British Secret Service. England’s capital city looked, and sounded, very quiet. I could even hear bird song through the closed top deck bus windows. Soon I … Continue reading

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What to wear to a conference (Rousse)

My missing conference pack had been sent to the wrong address in error. I tore open the envelope so that I could change into my outfit immediately. LM looked on in horror as I squeezed my feet into the tiny … Continue reading

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From Northumberland to Pitlochry in a gangster’s Mercedes (Rousse)

TPR and I lived in a lovely stone house in Northumberland. It had six bedrooms (two downstairs) and four bathrooms. On the day that I realised that I had forgotten to reserve a table for dinner I volunteered to walk … Continue reading

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A husband hunt in high heels, and a friendly German (Rousse)

I was impatient to join the others at the Oxford University reunion. Meanwhile my friend P was hesitating. I was keen to get through the door and track down any single men. P wanted to wait a while to see … Continue reading

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Where to live in south London (Rousse)

I was looking for a new flat in south London. I needed to track down an expert for the best advice on where to live. I considered the qualifications of my friend ECM. Every day she travelled by train from … Continue reading

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Picked up at Park Lane Four Seasons (Rousse)

Looking ridiculous in a wide-brimmed lilac straw hat, in a gap in the traffic LC dragged me over Park Lane and we made a dash for the reception at the Four Seasons Hotel. Wet sleet was falling and mixing with … Continue reading

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