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A record-breaking tandem ride and ‘polite squatting’ (Rousse)

TPR was triumphant. Not only had we managed the huge hill out of the city on our tandem, but our top speed broke 70mph. All the effort had been his. My own feet barely touched the pedals. We came to … Continue reading

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American chain hotel escape room code-cracking (Rousse)

Admittedly wandering in and out of the bedrooms of other guests in the massive American hotel was not normal behaviour, especially when dressed in your pyjamas. However, I believed that I had special privileges. I was, after all, a long-term … Continue reading

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Peter Rabbit, Harris Tweed, and a dodgy charity shop manager (Rousse)

TPR took my mother back to the car while I continued to root around the charity shop. I paused over a Peter Rabbit china set. This would be a perfect present for my second cousin T’s wife S, but how … Continue reading

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Secret old lady’s clothes stash discovered in toddler’s bedroom (Rousse)

Just when we thought that I had dealt with all my mother’s personal effects following her death, I discovered a small chest of drawers stuffed with some of her clothes – in the bedroom of a small blonde child that … Continue reading

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Car lock-out at the agricultural show (Rousse)

Dressed only in my light white cotton nightie, I was locked out of my mother’s car at an agricultural show. I looked like a sad ghost wandering past the pens of livestock and craft stalls in the vast field, hunting … Continue reading

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Mother returns from the dead to interfere in household tasks (Rousse)

My (deceased) mother accidentally loaded the tumble dryer with a pile of dirty laundry and a cup of soap powder. Before she switched it on, I retrieved all the clothes and carried them in a bundle to Corbridge. On the … Continue reading

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Pink knitwear in autumn (Rousse)

I sat at the vast picture window to admire the autumn colours across the valley below. Although we missed city living, I loved our new house in the country. I was also very proud of my new wardrobe. Inside it, … Continue reading

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Greeted by a huge sawn-off-at-the-shoulder bloodied arm (Rousse)

Both my mother and TPR were released from their respective care homes for the day. My mother was in particularly fine fettle. She was able to keep up with my father’s walking pace – albeit at a distance – and … Continue reading

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The husband clone (Rousse)

My problems more than doubled when my husband was cloned. Which man was which? How long would the clone last? If one died, how soon afterwards would the other follow? Then there was the issue of explaining this bizarre situation … Continue reading

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Sir Keir Starmer in platform shoes

Sir Keir Starmer in tottering platform shoes was a useful distraction on the day of my mother’s funeral.

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