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My father’s ghost (Rousse)

My deceased father and I chatted at the garden table as the sun was setting. My anxiety about our meeting increased as darkness fell. Soon we’d need to retreat inside. How could I keep him away from my mother? He … Continue reading

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A gatecrasher ghost (Rousse)

My mother was enjoying her party so much that she took out her Northumbrian pipes and played a few tunes with her old friends. I was therefore furious when my father’s sepia ghost put in an appearance. I pushed him … Continue reading

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Invited to a picnic then snubbed at a talk (Rousse)

I glimpsed a slim figure sauntering down the hall in a blue and white 1960s sundress, carrying a wicker basket. ‘Who would like to join me for a picnic?’ called my mother, returned to the beauty of her twenties – … Continue reading

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Canals crowded in city blaze (Rousse)

TPR shouted back to me that I should follow him up the hill to ‘See this!’ Ahead of me on the right hand side I could just make out an orange glow. As I approached it, I saw an occupied … Continue reading

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Bath tub blues (Rousse)

TPR was having an affair with a woman called Maria, and now my mother had toppled into the bath while I was having a soak. Stuck in a tub with an octogenarian while my husband was out enjoying himself with … Continue reading

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An octogenarian bedroom vandal (Rousse)

After my mother returned home following her stay with us, I popped into the spare bedroom to check that she had left everything in order. She had not. A section of wallpaper and plaster from the wall above the radiator … Continue reading

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A disputed art inheritance (Rousse)

When we listed the art and antiques in my mother’s house, we missed the beautiful early twentieth century picture of a red-haired girl walking through a walled garden. It was painted in oils by my great grandmother, and had been … Continue reading

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Thirty unexpected minutes in Newcastle-upon-Tyne (Rousse)

An announcement came over the tannoy when the train drew into Newcastle Central railway station: ‘Due to circumstances beyond our control, this service will wait here for thirty minutes. Please could all passengers disembark and return after supper.’ By the … Continue reading

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Restaurant food with conditions (Rousse)

The view from our well-equipped black metal balcony was of the beautiful mountains – and if you wanted to make a phone call, or post a letter, the facilities were right here too, painted traditional pillar box red. In the … Continue reading

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David Baddiel and love (Rousse)

There was nobody more astonished than I was when David Baddiel fell in love with me. We first met through friends, and now we were inseparable. We chatted for hours (I confessed that I used to listen to his football … Continue reading

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