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

Posted on August 26, 2013 by Dreamaticus

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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Sorting sleeping arrangements for house guests (Rousse)

Posted on June 4, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My parents had only been in the house for 12 months and already it was looking shabby. I almost tripped over the split lino as I ran upstairs to check who was sleeping where. If we weren’t careful, we would … Continue reading →

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BBC employee discovers drug den in Edinburgh’s Stockbridge (Rousse)

Posted on May 17, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My high-powered job on Radio 4 required regular trips to London for meetings. Because I needed to be up early the next morning to catch the 05:40 train, I had to consider my sleeping options carefully. The first possibility was … Continue reading →

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Gender shifting and aliens (Belle)

Posted on April 5, 2013 by Dreamaticus

The colour scheme at the ‘Singles Mingles’ dinner was white and gold and the candles were flickering. For a few brief seconds I actually turned into my ideal man – a New York police officer, slightly going to seed but … Continue reading →

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Rousse rejects life as a singleton

Posted on March 20, 2013 by Dreamaticus

I had already clocked up one divorce so it was a dreadful day when TPR admitted that he had “gone off” me. Adapting to a single life was no fun at all. I tried going out with the girls from … Continue reading →

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Sting beats Mick Jagger in conversation competition (Rousse)

Posted on March 2, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Sting was giving his full attention to AD, but I didn’t mind because I knew that my turn would come eventually. I made myself comfortable knitting on the sofa listening to Eddie Mair in the second half of Radio 4’s … Continue reading →

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Braving the British Library lift system for a blip (Rousse)

Posted on February 4, 2013 by Dreamaticus

The lifts at the British Library had a terrible reputation. They could be crowded, smelly and airless, and it was said that you could suffocate from a lack of oxygen if you were unlucky enough to travel all the way … Continue reading →

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Synchronised surf-boarding and questions of copyright at Birmingham University main library (Rousse)

Posted on September 27, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Single study rooms were at a premium in Birmingham University’s main library, especially the ones with beds. Fortunately I managed to secure one for myself, although I was disappointed to find that the sheets were torn. The last user had … Continue reading →

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Single bed shocker (Rousse)

Posted on September 11, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We visited ECM on the last day of our three week holiday. ECM’s children were nowhere to be seen, and KJ had replaced PW as her husband. The set-up of their flat was also rather surprising. On the upper level … Continue reading →

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Unrequited love and a dangerous trip to Holy Island in a cast-iron Victorian clawfoot bath tub (Rousse)

Posted on September 8, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Somehow I kept adding to my list of lovesick middle-aged men. Each one ignored my very married state. They all independently believed that with a little persuasion my resistance would collapse and I would leave my husband. I lay in … Continue reading →

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