Tag Archives: kitchen

Rousse’s real parents

Posted on July 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

So now I knew the reasons why I looked nothing like either of my two sisters, and my parents clammed up whenever the topic of genetics came up in conversation. AP confessed to me that back in 1962 he embarked … Continue reading →

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Rag doll and stuffed penguin destroy discipline (Rousse)

Posted on June 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

S returned home to the White House from yet another bender. I cornered her in the upstairs kitchen and demanded that this outrageous behaviour stop. She eventually agreed to add some discipline to her life, and said that she would … Continue reading →

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Postman in shorts steals Belle’s heart

Posted on May 31, 2012 by Dreamaticus

As soon as I saw him in his ‘Smart Chav’ label beige shorts, I realised that the postman was the new love of my life. Excited and blushing, I filled the kettle to make him a cup of tea while … Continue reading →

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Rousse samples seaweed, cream and orange peel pudding

Posted on February 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

SS gathered us around her kitchen table and served the Chinese takeaway feast. There was so much to eat, and by the time the pudding was unwrapped at about 3am I really didn’t think I could consume anything more. SS … Continue reading →

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Toothbrushes and telephone tutorials (Rousse)

Posted on January 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

KA won the argument and she, SM and the children would stay the night in Edinburgh rather than face the long drive back to Hexham. As KA got E and R ready for bed, I rummaged around in the green … Continue reading →

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An intruder, a storm, and the terrible after-effects of tree resin rain (Rousse)

Posted on January 13, 2012 by Dreamaticus

There’d been a number of break-ins at our flat over recent weeks, none of which had triggered our burglar alarm. We were sure, however, that it was just matter of time before we would walk in on the culprit(s). When … Continue reading →

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Ab Fab’s Patsy Stone meets Sir Edwin Lutyens (Rousse)

Posted on January 2, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The main problem with our kitchen was that it was a five minute drive from the rest of our house. The “room” itself was a low level crumbling shack sitting in an unkempt garden. Nobody had bothered with the housework … Continue reading →

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Man falls to death from medieval tower: “lost” handbag takes the blame (Rousse)

Posted on December 29, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I found my new Joey D handbag again where I’d left it: sitting in the corner of the lift. It must have been travelling up and down the floors for hours, yet it appeared untouched. I pulled the zip to … Continue reading →

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Rousse sacks her Polish au pair painter

Posted on December 28, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Our Polish au pair girl would have to be let go. Her latest misdemeanour was an uninvited attempt to paint our kitchen walls sky blue. She did this with no regard for the furniture, appliances and pictures all still in … Continue reading →

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How to cook an elephant (Belle)

Posted on November 16, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The cooking demonstration was underway and there was a palpable ripple of excitement in the audience as the cook revealed her main ingredient (baby elephant) and the cooking method (fiery pizza oven). Appalled, I decided the best thing for me … Continue reading →

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