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The hottest tickets in town (Rousse)

My former classmate, and erstwhile rock god, HJ battled his way past his excited fans to shake TPR’s hand and give me a massive hug. At 6’3″ he’d grown somewhat since I last saw him on the campus of the … Continue reading

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From igloo filmatography to sign language, by way of cliff-top croquet and cycling (Rousse)

“I’m looking for an expert in igloo filmatography. Do you have any recommendations?” asked CM, freshly arrived at the T family’s house after a long journey from Australia, where she headed up a major international charity. I suggested that she … Continue reading

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A secret affair discovered on the stairs (Rousse)

I always said to TPR that my idea of hell was to be stuck in the car deck of a CalMac ferry with both car and boat engines running. Now, as we climbed up the old back stairs of the … Continue reading

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Bedroom furniture body bonus (Rousse)

Pablo the handyman was working hard on the alterations to our bedroom. By the time he finished, I would have the most spectacular set of cupboards, and plenty of space to keep all my clothes together in the same room. … Continue reading

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Tom Cruise seeks relationship advice and attempts to convert Rousse at restaurant

My sister J was completely unfazed when I admitted at the restaurant table that I had taken up smoking. She confessed that she had done the same, then leant over and cheekily helped herself to two cigarettes from my pack. … Continue reading

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Hugh Bonneville hugs Belle

My new boyfriend, Hugh Bonneville, lived in a big stately home that was open to the public. As we walked around the house curators kept pointing out which way to go. Didn’t they recognise him as the owner of this … Continue reading

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Rousse falls foul of fake friendships

Wherever I went I felt unwelcome. Even so-called friends gave me the cold shoulder. For example, when out walking across moorland with SS on the Isle of Lewis she feigned friendship, yet always ensured that she kept several steps ahead … Continue reading

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