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Left luggage in Pitlochry, the shame of Hull (Rousse)

It didn’t make sense to carry everything that we had packed on the second part of our highland holiday, so we left our excess baggage at the self-catering cottage in Pitlochry. We would call in to collect it on our … Continue reading

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University fees scrapped for state-educated students (Rousse)

The University of Birmingham revealed the institution’s innovative widening access policy at the launch of a spanking new hall of residence. All incoming students who had attended state schools would no longer be liable for fees. Those privately educated, however, … Continue reading

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House clearance discoveries (Rousse)

It was a miracle. My sister had cleared the floor of her bedroom of all her junk! The carpet was finally visible and all the furniture could now be seen. Added to this, my sister had discovered that behind her … Continue reading

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Peril in a pram, a phony pellet of paper, and political editor Chris Mason (Rousse)

From a distance we could see a baby’s head hanging loosely out of the back of its pram. Its mother, who was pushing the pram along the edge of the dual carriageway, obviously mistook our calls as friendly greetings when … Continue reading

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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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