Tag Archives: market

Belle seduced by saucepan seller (Belle)

Posted on December 22, 2014 by Dreamaticus

The sparks flew between me and the man selling saucepans in Deptford Market. He offered to let me drink my polystyrene cup of tea in the passenger seat of his car and we sat in the dark in tense silence. … Continue reading →

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A missing child, lost glasses, and vegetable sales to pensioners (Rousse)

Posted on November 15, 2014 by Dreamaticus

After our happy day on the beach R and I walked up the grassy dune and over the hill back to the village – where I lost her, and my glasses. Her mother K didn’t seem terribly concerned. The village … Continue reading →

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Christmas plans 2014 (Rousse)

Posted on May 14, 2014 by Dreamaticus

It was Christmas Eve and all that I had bought for the next day’s celebrations was a frozen turkey. There wasn’t a single carrot or brussel sprout in the house. Tesco would be heaving, and I doubted that the little … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged 2014, brussel, carrot, celebrations, Christmas, Christmas Eve, foot, frozen, galley, house, Kenton Close, kitchen, leg, market, meal, parents, plans, road, sprout, Stockton-on-Tees, surface, tarmac, Tesco, turkey | Leave a comment

Teenager drowns in bog (Rousse)

Posted on April 15, 2014 by Dreamaticus

Driving from the back seat, TPR managed to spot a parking space not far from the market and other attractions. When we left the car and started to walk back towards town I noticed a sinister sign. Somewhere beneath us … Continue reading →

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Scottish midges damage Inverness housing market prospects (Rousse)

Posted on December 25, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We were looking around a new housing development in Inverness. Amongst the large modern yellow sandstone “executive homes” were grey monochrome Scooby Doo mansions, covered in creeper with their windows boarded up. “Let’s buy one of the wrecks and renovate … Continue reading →

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Why Diet Coke is bad for you (Rousse)

Posted on October 24, 2013 by Dreamaticus

EH and I plus a couple of others joined the queue at the canteen. My choice of dinner plate was obvious: not the plain white china, nor the bright orange-glazed rough pottery, but the Highland Stoneware Celadon rock pool dish. … Continue reading →

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Where to live in south London (Rousse)

Posted on March 17, 2013 by Dreamaticus

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 →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged artist, black, creations, expert, high heels, hot pants, live, London, market, qualifications, south, stall, train | Leave a comment

A tandem upgrade and trying twins (Rousse)

Posted on January 10, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I peered out of the car window to the left and gazed up at the faded wooden sign. In peeling red and green paint, it advertised a long defunct fishmonger. Just here, where we were now queuing in traffic, there … Continue reading →

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Belle the economist, detective and pornographer

Posted on November 25, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I was extremely upset to find that once again someone had dumped rubbish on the grass verge at the top of my street. This time it was at least a dozen litre sized empty drinking yoghurt cartons. I stopped to … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged baby, cash, comb, Dominic West, Euros, fruit and vegetables, grass, London, market, meeting, money, nits, pensioners, pornography, van, Waitrose, yoguhrt | Leave a comment

Last words of tragic crash victim two days before silver wedding anniversary (Rousse)

Posted on June 16, 2012 by Dreamaticus

It was two days before my silver wedding anniversary and things were not going well at work. GR accused me of spying on him. I argued back that anyone sensible would put their job application into the post inside an … Continue reading →

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