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iPhone mishap leads to extensive train delays (Rousse)

MH guided me through the tube station and on to the platform for the train to St Pancras, and then on to Luton. It was along the way that my iPhone slipped out of my black trouser pocket and plummeted … Continue reading

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JK Rowling bakes a mean meringue (Rousse)

This is the tale of the day that JK Rowling and I finally secured our friendship. It didn’t start well… BR scolded me. He couldn’t understand why I thought it acceptable to walk the length of the railway line completely … Continue reading

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Farmyard animals enjoy indoor luxury of family seat (Rousse)

The family seat of the Hanna dynasty was now a hotel. I wondered what the descendants of this noble line would make of the pigs and donkeys happily housed on the ground floor just behind the reception desk.

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The battle of the laundry basket (Rousse)

Before TPR had pegged even a single item on the line in the garden of our holiday cottage a local woman appeared at his side, super-keen to take charge of the laundry basket. “Let me do that” she said. TPR … Continue reading

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Cousins versus a phone call at St Pancras Station (Rousse)

I took AM’s phone call just a few steps from where I last left her in the Betjeman Arms at St Pancras Station. We chatted amiably until my attention was distracted by the comings and goings of a group of … Continue reading

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A mother’s secret career and further clues of the Baby Ted graveyard (Rousse)

The party of external examiners included an elderly man from Sheffield University, a woman from Loughborough, and a dark-haired systems librarian called Mike Hirst. They all seemed friendly enough although none were interested enough to acknowledge (or perhaps question) who … Continue reading

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