Tag Archives: neighbours

Japanese beauties held captive in the White House (Rousse)

Posted on July 28, 2026 by Dreamaticus

The White House, Hartburn, had been returned to residential use. I owned the upstairs flat, and someone else the ground floor. From their online descriptions, each property looked just like an ordinary Airbnb rental: people came and went, and the … Continue reading →

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Noisy neighbours upgrade Belle’s kitchen

Posted on May 28, 2019 by Dreamaticus

It was the middle of the night and the troublesome neighbours had parked six vans outside my house and were now having what sounded like a family get-together in my kitchen. I stormed downstairs and made a speech: “You lot … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged flower bed, kitchen, licorice, neighbours, pineapple, Sainsburys, van | Leave a comment

British tourist takes to walking on his hands on return from Australia trip (Rousse)

Posted on January 24, 2017 by Dreamaticus

I had taken on the teaching of modules in media and cultural studies. ‘So does that include responsibility for Neighbours?’ said RB. RB was prompted to ask this question because his father had just returned from Australia, but couldn’t get … Continue reading →

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Entire Georgian terrace destroyed by fire (Rousse)

Posted on April 14, 2016 by Dreamaticus

When we returned from our early morning run we noticed smoke leaking through the main door of number 15. We took no action. Two hours later the fire had spread along the street and firefighters were banging on every door. … Continue reading →

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Unusual attractions in rural Northumberland (Rousse)

Posted on June 4, 2015 by Dreamaticus

My father easily parked the silver Ford Granada outside the shopping parade. It was only when everyone got out that I discovered why this particular space was free: you could only stay here for one hour. We would surely need … Continue reading →

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A trip to Thistledown Street (Rousse)

Posted on September 10, 2014 by Dreamaticus

The first thing that I noticed when I turned the corner into the crescent was that the ugly modern lamp-posts had been replaced. The new ones took the form of old-style gas lamps, and looked lovely. Then I spotted the … Continue reading →

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Dog holiday care sorted (Rousse)

Posted on March 24, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I was very surprised to discover that TPR had two dogs. One was an Alsatian and the other a smaller Alsatian collie cross. I wondered out loud who would look after them when we went away on holiday. “The neighbours, … Continue reading →

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An undesirable neighbour (Rousse)

Posted on February 19, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We moved back to Birmingham into a large Victorian house on a busy road. Our new next door neighbour wore a long dark beard and kept his hair tied up in a black turban. He told us that he was … Continue reading →

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Rob Brydon and Sarah Millican top Rousse’s bill

Posted on December 21, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Our timing was perfect. The family that had bought our little house in Birmingham was away for Christmas, so we could just move straight back in. At first the neighbours were suspicious, but one by one we won them over. … Continue reading →

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William Morris book design determines undergraduate reading habits (Rousse)

Posted on December 12, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Now that the degree results had been published it was time to prepare for the graduation ceremony on campus at the University of Birmingham. Of course, TPR would be in the audience as usual, and I invited my nephew P … Continue reading →

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