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Son learns of surrogate half-sister through father’s ex-girlfriend mother of the baby (Rousse)

My godson James was the son of my ex-boyfriend. He hardly saw me in his childhood, but now a young adult he was keen to befriend me to learn more about the early life of his father. This posed difficulties. … Continue reading

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A wasted wedding day in Edinburgh (Rousse)

This had to be the most boring and short-lived wedding celebration of all time. Although some of my most interesting school friends were amongst the guests (including JB and GB, now a married couple themselves), TPR and I were sitting … Continue reading

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A revealing silk jacket (Belle)

I couldn’t wait to see RB wearing the silk blouson jacket I had bought him. Featuring a cutesy kitten design, it was cut deliberately short so that six inches of his tummy would be on display. He seemed to really … Continue reading

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Vertical paragliding (Rousse)

My neighbour’s AS’s hobby was vertical paragliding. He’d come back from work, attach his rainbow silks, and shoot into the sky above our building.

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A failed burglary (Rousse)

I broke into the house that adjoined that of AT and JT, changed into a flouncy silk trouser suit and discarded my dripping wet tracksuit on the floor. The woman who caught me was convinced that I was a common … Continue reading

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Simon Le Bon and Duran Duran play Birmingham University reunion

I sat next to Simon Le Bon – and opposite Nick Rhodes and John Taylor – in a club with other former classmates following Duran Duran’s performance at our University reunion. Simon feigned attention in my tale about a friend … Continue reading

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A Tartan Pole (Rousse)

The first person that I came across upstairs at the White House was a sulky half-naked teenage Polish friend of my nephew. I was appalled that she barely greeted me when we passed one another in the upstairs hall. When … Continue reading

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