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Failed funeral hair mission on the A286 (Rousse)

Posted on July 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

When I first took the phone call I thought it was my mother speaking, but as the north east accent became stronger I began to have doubts. If she were to be believed, an aunt had died and the funeral … Continue reading →

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Mid-afternoon okey cokey fun ruined by Restoration battle vandal (Rousse)

Posted on July 13, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR and his two friends knew that before long the enemy would come over the hill. The three of them anticipated hand-to-hand combat, and were prepared. I was terrified, but at least I had an escape route through the attic … Continue reading →

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Last minute wedding outfit disaster and a cosmetic use for dust (Rousse)

Posted on July 5, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We were last-minute additions to EM’s wedding party. EM himself lent me one of his maids for the afternoon and her first task was to rush back to our flat to fetch suitable outfits for us. Meanwhile I wandered around … Continue reading →

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The long walk to London and cartoon china mugs (Rousse)

Posted on July 2, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My mother could barely manage a few steps around her own garden, yet my husband’s powers of persuasion were such that she had signed up for his long walk to London. Much to his distress, however, I resisted his invitation. … Continue reading →

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A fortune in ‘frothing foam’ (Belle)

Posted on June 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

This was a truly amazing revelation. Not only did my mother have a boyfriend, but he was a multi-millionaire. He had just sold his music business and was looking forward to a life of leisure with my mother alongside him. … Continue reading →

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Storms and vandals in Seaton Carew (Rousse)

Posted on June 4, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Three vandals bleached sections of the Fiat’s paintwork for a laugh. I caught one of them at it and dragged him home to confess his crime to his sister FD. FD lived with her sons and ancient mother in a … Continue reading →

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Fire alarm evacuation leads to another encounter with ST (Rousse)

Posted on May 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Poor ST (again). When the fire alarm went off I stepped out into the corridor and found him there dressed in a blue tweed jacket. “Oh, hello”, I said, “I’ve been dreaming about you again. In fact, I may be … Continue reading →

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French flood wipes out village (Rousse)

Posted on May 5, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My mother and I lived in a log cabin in the upper section of a rural French village. During the day she worked in the cinema further down the valley, quite close to the river and the lake. My daily … Continue reading →

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A bigamist and a boy (Rousse)

Posted on April 8, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I checked in to the Novotel St Pancras and geared myself up for a 48-hour marriage marathon, of which I wholeheartedly disapproved. My sister J was still dithering over who to choose as her groom, having conveniently forgotten that she … Continue reading →

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An unplanned journey to the Hebrides (Rousse)

Posted on March 13, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My father paid £19 each for all five of us to visit the castle and within minutes I had ruined everyone’s day. How was I to know that the bus was not a shuttle around the estate, but instead a … Continue reading →

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