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A hairy bridesmaid (Rousse)

I was honoured to have been asked to serve as one of JA’s bridesmaids, even though the only part that I had played in her life was to introduce her to some external work contacts and help her secure her … Continue reading

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A marriage break-up for a mother (Rousse)

From the way that he addressed me, the young man who now worked at CodeBase was obviously a former student of mine. I did recognise him (sort of), but had no idea how long ago he had attended my classes, … Continue reading

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A hospital romance (Rousse)

The cancer ward proved a fertile hunting ground for a new husband. There I was courted by a tall dark French man. Meanwhile my mother patiently waited for me in the café.

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Driver and passenger walk free from overturned Volvo (Rousse)

Having successfully negotiated the main section of the journey to Edinburgh with my maternal grandmother in the smaller of my mother’s two silver Volvos, I lost concentration on a road that had been partially cordoned off, slammed into a traffic … Continue reading

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Tutor daughter thwarts student mother’s study success (Rousse)

My mother had only been studying for a week, so had barely opened the book when I told her that it was time for her first exam. I was somewhat responsible for the panic that ensued. I really should have … Continue reading

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Motoring misdemeanours in a silver Volvo automatic (Rousse)

When I awoke I found myself at the wheel of my mother’s silver Volvo automatic heading downhill at top speed along a high-hedged, narrow country lane. I bounced across the roundabout at the bottom, lost a wheel, and landed the … Continue reading

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Driving backwards to a dinner date (Rousse)

My mother put the Volvo into reverse, swivelled the driver’s seat to face the back of the car, and drove backwards along the dual carriageway. She disregarded my warnings that she risked crashing into the lorry behind us that was … Continue reading

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