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An audience with the Queen at Buckingham Palace (Rousse)

Posted on August 9, 2015 by Dreamaticus

By the time Granny H and I reached Buckingham Palace to interview the Queen my feet were terribly blistered from wearing the pale blue shoes. TPR had borrowed them a couple of days earlier to wear to DT’s party and … Continue reading →

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Advantages of wasting away (Rousse)

Posted on August 5, 2015 by Dreamaticus

TPR and I struggled to find privacy anyway. There were even passengers queuing for ferries in my bedroom at the White House. I walked into the upstairs kitchen where I found my shrunken sister. At under 5 foot in height … Continue reading →

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Sailing the Scottish coastline by log (Rousse)

Posted on July 26, 2015 by Dreamaticus

ST and I planned to take the boat to Uig Community Centre. We wandered over to the pontoon where we also found JG, with TPR and JC, aboard his boat ‘Mary’. I remained in the queue for the community boat. … Continue reading →

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A canteen cheat confesses (Rousse)

Posted on May 6, 2015 by Dreamaticus

The red-haired man in the queue behind us wore a pale turquoise cotton jumper and a sly look. I glanced down at his feet just as he shoved a 50p piece under the counter with his right toe. It was … Continue reading →

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Snow and stovies on election day (Rousse)

Posted on December 8, 2014 by Dreamaticus

When we tried to go outside we found a metre of snow banked up against the back door. I asked TPR not to touch it while I made a dash for my camera. He disobeyed me, and immediately got started … Continue reading →

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Edinburgh’s worst driver (Rousse)

Posted on January 26, 2014 by Dreamaticus

TPR leapt out of the black BMW at the traffic lights while we were queuing at the Barnton junction. “I’ll be back in a minute” he shouted. “I’m just going to get some petrol.” When the lights changed to green, … Continue reading →

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A crush on a younger man (Rousse)

Posted on November 25, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I knew that S had fancied me for years. I used to think that he was too young for me, but over time he had matured, and now I found him rather attractive, especially now that he wore his dark … Continue reading →

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British Airways’ abandoned brides (Rousse)

Posted on November 23, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We were just boarding the plane when it became obvious that the passenger in tears was not alone in her predicament. Two women in this queue were the victims of heartless men who thought nothing of dumping their fiancées just … Continue reading →

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British Airways terminal 5 offers new passenger services (Rousse)

Posted on November 16, 2013 by Dreamaticus

British Airways’ new welcome service for first class passengers coming into Heathrow Terminal 5 was second to none. A smart uniformed man met you off the plane and guided you through the terminal, ensuring that you by-passed all the queues. … Continue reading →

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A watery grave for pensioners, iPads, and iPhones (Rousse)

Posted on July 7, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I came across a very pretty village just off the A702. “We could live here”, I thought “And be close to N and S”. The only drawback was the queue of pensioners jumping in pairs to their death from the … Continue reading →

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