Tag Archives: satin

The botox beauty of the Home Counties (Rousse)

I’d been in my parents’ house some time before my sister J eventually came downstairs to greet me. When she made her grand entrance she was barely recognisable, dressed in a tiny pair of denim jeans and a pale blue … Continue reading

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VIP wedding guests on the Thames (Rousse)

KJD invited me and TPR to her son J and K’s wedding. Since we had never before met KJD, nor any of the rest of the family for that matter, we were especially honoured to be seated next to the … Continue reading

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A shaman, a shopping trolley, and sisters’ satin dresses (Rousse)

The camp site shaman forced everyone to hand over their belongings on arrival. We were meant to do the same. Somehow, however, I had managed to find a way of acquiring the goods of others. I took a blue tartan … Continue reading

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Advice for a NQT? Don’t go into teaching! (Rousse)

I bumped into my school friend KC (wearing a hideous pale blue fake satin 1980s style ballgown) and her daughter K at a service station on the M5. The daughter explained that she had just finished teacher training. She asked … Continue reading

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The secret bride (Rousse)

Everyone loved miniature party girl NP. Tonight our tiny friend was wearing an elegant cream satin dress studded with sparkling sequins. One of the men carried her on his shoulders so everyone could see how beautiful she looked. I called … Continue reading

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A hen party goes shopping (Rousse)

From the bus stop on York Place I travelled just two stops. Nearing my destination, the grumpy bus driver scraped the vehicle down an incredibly narrow street and pulled up next to the main of St James Centre. Here I … Continue reading

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A husband hunt in high heels, and a friendly German (Rousse)

I was impatient to join the others at the Oxford University reunion. Meanwhile my friend P was hesitating. I was keen to get through the door and track down any single men. P wanted to wait a while to see … Continue reading

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