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Marcus Brigstocke takes to the stage with mother and daughter duo (Rousse)

Marcus Brigstocke settled his mother and (possibly) his brother into seats in the front row, then took to the podium. ‘Gosh, he’s getting on a bit’, I thought, catching sight of his balding pate and observing his wider-than-last-time waistline. After … Continue reading

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A storybook bedroom with spiral staircase (Rousse)

My husband and I snuggled down together in a bedroom that could have featured on the pages of a children’s storybook. The walls were papered with jolly seaside scenes, traditional toys were scattered on the floor, and ornamental mechanical soldiers, … Continue reading

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Infertility and super-fertility (Rousse)

It was almost midnight and we were queuing up for unspecified fun. R joined our party, complaining that she was still not pregnant. SL, HJ and I shot one another a glance. This was not the time and place to … Continue reading

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Escalator screams in Sweden (Rousse)

I could just make out from our conversation at the dinner table that JM had so far enjoyed the conference in Sweden, although his girlfriend had not found it quite so interesting. After the meal one of the organisers asked … Continue reading

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Lost in Hexham (Rousse)

JS and I were my mother’s passengers in the tiny red car. Our route us along the dangerous cliffs of the north east coast of Northumberland, and then west along the A69 towards Hexham. We considered calling in on KA, … Continue reading

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A leap to death from a floating shopping trolley (Rousse)

We floated in our shopping trolleys high above the river on a beautiful summer’s day. Then the old lady – my friend’s mother – jumped. I knew that she didn’t stand a chance. Her neck broke the moment that her … Continue reading

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Unemployed Sunderland couple give daughter away (Rousse)

Who was this small dark-haired, short-legged child with a Scottish accent living with the mother of my childhood friend ECM? She couldn’t possibly be ECM’s little sister: her mother had been widowed for years. A neighbour (and known fantasist) suggested … Continue reading

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