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Jo Jo the poison pen email writer pushes stressed academic over the edge (Rousse)

Posted on December 8, 2017 by Dreamaticus

I was in the habit of commuting by train to the headquarters of the Chartered Institute of Library and Information Professionals in London. There I worked in the basement on an unending series of grant applications. From time to time … Continue reading →

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Unsuitable wedding attire (Rousse)

Posted on May 28, 2017 by Dreamaticus

Dressed in a summer dress and sandals, I slowly picked my way over the stony beach to the wedding venue. Whereas BD zipped along quickly in shorts, I arrived late, just as bride and groom SB and AR were leading … Continue reading →

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Loose change found in red telephone box is small fortune to lonely lochside walker (Rousse)

Posted on May 24, 2017 by Dreamaticus

I walked for miles and miles alone, without a single podcast, in shorts and sandals along the loch side. By the time I reached the village at around the mid-point of the 32-mile route, however, I was missing TPR’s company. … Continue reading →

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A suspicious highland ‘death’ (Rousse)

Posted on June 5, 2016 by Dreamaticus

Only the trout nosing out to snap at flies broke the flat surface of the water. From my vantage point on the balcony of our highland hideaway the entire scene was of near calm, with the lush green mountains mirrored … Continue reading →

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The shrinking sister-in-law (Rousse)

Posted on January 4, 2016 by Dreamaticus

I wore red leather cut-out sandals for the trip to the beach. My sister-in-law SG wore red shorts. While I acted my age, S pretended that she was a little girl again. She was so successful that by the time … Continue reading →

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Hunting for tattoos and finding flab (Rousse)

Posted on October 13, 2015 by Dreamaticus

XY pulled down the waistband of my denim shorts from behind. He claimed that he was checking my (non-existent) tattoo. Whatever he was doing, I was not happy that this act drew attention to my flab. LM was appalled. She … Continue reading →

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Seagulls feast on evidence of “secret affair” (Rousse)

Posted on August 21, 2012 by Dreamaticus

While I was recovering from the sight of R’s bronzed buttocks hanging out of the tightest pair of denim shorts imaginable, K pulled me outside to show me the evidence of the affair. “Just look at all those uneaten packed … Continue reading →

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Postman in shorts steals Belle’s heart

Posted on May 31, 2012 by Dreamaticus

As soon as I saw him in his ‘Smart Chav’ label beige shorts, I realised that the postman was the new love of my life. Excited and blushing, I filled the kettle to make him a cup of tea while … Continue reading →

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NHS equipment failure and a biked-themed party (Rousse)

Posted on May 27, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My dermatologist was becoming increasingly frustrated with the radio next to my hospital bed. He’d turn it off, then two minutes later BBC Radio 4 would spring back to life again. I protested that it wasn’t my responsibility. The radio … Continue reading →

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A pony, plastic surgery, and a visit to the mosque (Rousse)

Posted on March 5, 2012 by Dreamaticus

JW looked down on me from her vantage point atop a pretty white pony and launched into a speech on wrinkles and plastic surgery. I wondered if she was trying to tell me something? Perhaps she’d tried botox and was … Continue reading →

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