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Sisters, a husband, and parents on holiday (Rousse)

It seemed inappropriate that two little blonde sisters aged six and eight wearing white shift dresses would be showing tourists around a World War I theme park. It was also rather odd that TPR was not staying in the plush … Continue reading

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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 cafĂ© doors in the hope of finding someone I knew. All … Continue reading

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Cannabis dealer takes cash in Leith (Rousse)

On my way walk back from Leith along the cycle path I picked up a couple of heavy bin bags that PL was about to send to the charity shop. Inside them I found a pile of brand new hand-knitted … Continue reading

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Best murder poster drives guest into Mermaid’s arms (Rousse)

I couldn’t stay on for the formal dinner so I left TMX in the hands of IKX. This arrangement was not to T’s liking. She disapproved of the ostentatious wealth of I’s new house, especially that evident in the home … Continue reading

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Holy Island hideaway drifts out to sea (Rousse)

The house floated across the flooded causeway, drifting from its usual base on Holy Island. I assured everyone that all would be fine. The tide would reach the doorway, but was certain to subside soon afterwards, and we were all … Continue reading

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Last minute wedding preparations (Rousse)

E was heavily involved in the wedding preparations, organising everything from her tiny flat. She even grew her red hair long for the occasion – or was that a ginger wig she wore with her green gown? When I called … Continue reading

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Davina McCall and a husband hunt (Rousse)

I bumped into Davina McCall outside St Mary’s Cathedral on a buzzing Friday night in Edinburgh. She asked what I was up to just as my tall, handsome, fireman, pop star date, greeted me with a big kiss. I could … Continue reading

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