Tag Archives: shopping

Time to diet (Rousse)

Posted on November 27, 2012 by Dreamaticus

While the others were at the morning marriage ceremony, TPR and I prepared for the afternoon celebrations. We scoured the woods for mushrooms, then brought our haul home to check against the text books. We didn’t want to risk poisoning … Continue reading →

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Drowning by white gloss paint (Rousse)

Posted on November 25, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My sister-in-law S and I had a few minutes to spare so we took a quick look around the gift shop. There was nothing of interest to us there. Still with time on our hands we popped through another low … Continue reading →

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Resurrectionists active in the north east (Rousse)

Posted on October 9, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR had developed a process to bring the dead back to life. So now I found myself in a bar in Hexham chatting to both my grandmothers and my great-great auntie S, plus other assorted relations (officially still alive). Unfortunately … Continue reading →

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Little Red Riding Rousse wins a dinner invitation

Posted on October 3, 2012 by Dreamaticus

When on a Little Red Riding Hood mission to deliver a supply of cottage cheese in my wicker basket to the S family, I came across TF digging muddy trenches in a field. He and has son T were committed … Continue reading →

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Rousse hunts for food after a cold night in the research council committee car

Posted on September 21, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The venue for the research council meeting was a tiny battered car on Annandale Street. I was squashed in behind the front passenger’s seat listening to academics pontificating about anything but research. For example, one shared his obsession for staging … Continue reading →

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Failed funeral hair mission on the A286 (Rousse)

Posted on July 14, 2012 by Dreamaticus

When I first took the phone call I thought it was my mother speaking, but as the north east accent became stronger I began to have doubts. If she were to be believed, an aunt had died and the funeral … Continue reading →

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The naughty teenager’s tattoo (Rousse)

Posted on July 9, 2012 by Dreamaticus

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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A nightclub, a gift shop, and plastic surgery secrets (Rousse)

Posted on June 25, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I didn’t normally frequent nightclubs, but TPR was away and I wasn’t going to stay in on a Saturday night. I jumped into a taxi with three young men, muttered an apology for hitching this free ride, and travelled with … Continue reading →

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Bike transport by plane: how much will it cost? (Rousse)

Posted on June 3, 2012 by Dreamaticus

It was very kind of my Canadian cousins to send me off with the gift of two white bicycles (one complete with trailer shopping basket), but how would I persuade the airline to carry them in the hold, and just … Continue reading →

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Shoe shops, a suitcase, and a dodgy taxi ruin travel plans (Rousse)

Posted on May 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

It was a real rush at the end of the Turku conference. Poor GW did her best to get me to the airport in time for my flight to London Heathrow (and onwards to meetings in Swindon), but I got … Continue reading →

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