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Rousse hunts for food after a cold night in the research council committee car

Posted on September 21, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The venue for the research council meeting was a tiny battered car on Annandale Street. I was squashed in behind the front passenger’s seat listening to academics pontificating about anything but research. For example, one shared his obsession for staging … Continue reading →

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Husband regrets land speed record attempt (Rousse)

Posted on September 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I was still alive. Yes, I was definitely alive – but what was all that wailing? TPR was beside himself with grief. I struggled to force out the words “It’s OK, I’m still here” while trying to make sense of … Continue reading →

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Obama announces spending freeze (Rousse)

Posted on September 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Barack Obama (my husband) took me aside and made his proclamation: no longer could we afford to stay in hotels such as this. I argued that it befit our status only to reside at establishments where a medieval church bell … Continue reading →

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Single bed shocker (Rousse)

Posted on September 11, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We visited ECM on the last day of our three week holiday. ECM’s children were nowhere to be seen, and KJ had replaced PW as her husband. The set-up of their flat was also rather surprising. On the upper level … Continue reading →

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Unrequited love and a dangerous trip to Holy Island in a cast-iron Victorian clawfoot bath tub (Rousse)

Posted on September 8, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Somehow I kept adding to my list of lovesick middle-aged men. Each one ignored my very married state. They all independently believed that with a little persuasion my resistance would collapse and I would leave my husband. I lay in … Continue reading →

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Accommodation for a single husband, cycling safety and wedding dresses (Rousse)

Posted on August 30, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I was running late for my meeting, but the issue of TPR’s accommodation was a higher priority. Thank goodness he had dismissed the suggestion of moving back to the Manor House at the University of Birmingham. However, he still seemed … Continue reading →

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Secret family members save Rousse from deadly double decker

Posted on August 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

None of our business colleagues seated at the conference dinner in Darlington had any idea of our secret: no longer divorced, TPR and I had remarried in secret. Instead all eyes were fixed on Tim Atkinson, showing off as usual … Continue reading →

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Wedding preparations and wolves (Rousse)

Posted on August 11, 2012 by Dreamaticus

S and A’s wedding rivalled the Olympics for scale. Everyone was invited. I loved it, especially since so many of my own friends, relations and work colleagues would be there. These included: my sister J and her family all the … Continue reading →

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The unfaithful husband (Rousse)

Posted on August 8, 2012 by Dreamaticus

To coincide with his retirement TPR admitted that over the course of our 25-year marriage he had slept with 21 different women (or 22, if he included me). Of these, he paid six for their services. I was relieved that … 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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