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Dealing with unwanted garden intruders and a boat ride to a Scottish island (Rousse)

I climbed out of bed and stepped across the room to open the shutters. Outside our bedroom window I saw a small dog in a bright red Santa jacket nosing through the vegetable patch, and a man – presumably the … Continue reading

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Cargo bike crisis in Newcastle (Rousse)

I travelled all the way to Newcastle by cargo bike. Almost at my journey’s end, at Haymarket another cyclist rode up to tell me that I had lost my cargo, and that I had a flat tyre. I was grateful … Continue reading

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A chaotic evening in Peckham (Belle)

My friend S encouraged me to attend what promised to be a ‘spectacular’ event hosted by the Peckham Society. Things went wrong immediately when S handed me her phone and told me I was now the official videographer for the … Continue reading

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Mugged on the way to a pantomime (Belle)

I was escorting my colleague L to the pantomime when a stranger ran up to me and pressed an envelope into my hand and said “this is the the last of your inheritance”. I peeked inside and saw an attractive … Continue reading

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A pyrotechnic phone thief (Rousse)

I was training for the Great North Run with OC. Just after we crossed the swing bridge, I saw a lost smartphone propped up on a road sign. I reached out to pick it up. Suddenly, a man approached me, … Continue reading

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Looking for loos along the LNER East Coast route (Rousse)

All the toilets at York railway station were out of order – and I was desperate to go to the loo. The only option was to catch the next train south, travel 125 miles to Peterborough, and use the facilities … Continue reading

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An open invitation to theft and burglary (Rousse)

I was asking for trouble when I left my handbag next to a bin beside the road when I went for a run. By the time I returned my bag was gone – and with it my bank cards, keys, … Continue reading

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Housework for a ride (Rousse)

I had an appointment to meet Steve Rickman in his office at the university at 8:00am. It wasn’t far along the coast, so I planned to walk along the shoreline to our rendezvous. I hadn’t considered that this would be … Continue reading

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A London love affair (Rousse)

My mother-in-law pulled the sodden scrap of paper out of the stream, glanced at it, and quietly passed it to her husband. ‘That explains a lot. Now, at last, we know for certain what X has been up to!’ he … Continue reading

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The Canterbury Tales and careers training (Rousse)

We drove to Paisley, looking forward to the careers training session. We were especially pleased that JM had managed to secure a place after someone else had cancelled theirs. The venue was a great disappointment. It was a shabby wood … Continue reading

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