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The Fringe, Finchley, and frightening fiction (Rousse)

One of the women at the cafĂ© table turned to me and asked how I was enjoying my annual trip up to Edinburgh and the fringe festival. I politely explained that I was a resident of this fine city, so … Continue reading

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Killer whales but no camera on powerboat trip to the islands (Rousse)

I boarded the ferry dressed only in a thin sheet, having been forced to leave all my belongings – including my clothes and glasses – with our hosts at the the shoreline. The ride across the inlet was short and … Continue reading

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Reuniting teddy bears at the White House (Rousse)

My efforts were paying off: after hours of wading my way through mountains of junk, at the White House (Hartburn) I managed to group families of teddy bears that had been separated for years. In most cases they comprised threesomes, … Continue reading

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Bride misses men in cashmere suits (Rousse)

Even though it was my wedding, my mother would not allow me to go running with my sisters. Instead I was sent to my father to be chastised for not attending the cashmere suit fashion show after the wedding ceremony. … Continue reading

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To the reunion by pram (Rousse)

My sisters brought my mother to the Manor House reunion, wrapped up in a blanket, in a baby’s pram.

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Over body-confidence, laundry robbers, the Northumbrian pipes, and a man in white bow ties (Rousse)

Early one morning, before the shops opened, my sister S, my mother and I ran along the Ullapool esplanade. At the far end we stepped on the scales. My sister weighed in at 11 stone five, over two stone heavier … Continue reading

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Human horse travels uncomfortably across the Atlantic (Rousse)

Normally a seat in the second row on a transatlantic flight would mean plenty of leg room – perhaps even a bed – but not on this service. I was sitting directly behind a mother and a baby, both of … Continue reading

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