Tag Archives: parlour

Sad and lonely at the seaside (Rousse)

I was lonely on the beach and looking for company (when not almost losing my Blackberry in the water when the tide came in). I looked through pub and café doors in the hope of finding someone I knew. All … Continue reading

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Highland tattoo confession (Rousse)

I woke up cold on the floor of our tatty bed and breakfast room, with TPR five feet away tucked up cosy in bed. At least this proved that I’d slept. It was the last day of our holiday and … Continue reading

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The naughty teenager’s tattoo (Rousse)

My niece AF and her friend HH returned home from a shopping trip to celebrate A’s sixteenth birthday. When they confessed that they had spent the whole afternoon in a tattoo parlour on Edinburgh’s Cockburn Street we feared the worst. … Continue reading

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An alternative use for Stilton cheese (Rousse)

Obedient as ever, I packed some blue-veined cheese to take on holiday. This was at the request of the young hotel proprietor. I assumed that local supplies of Stilton had run out and that my purchase would revive the cheeseboard … Continue reading

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